early morning walk
a pregnant moon
its descent frozen westward
a thin sheet of water
not enough to call a puddle
but enough to surprise
a downward glance
an unexpected
glaring white eye
Tag: reflection
ornament (20170402)
a hollow christmas ornament
shattered against the fireplace bricks
such a shiny mirrored interior
what lives in there
that needs to see itself
wherever it looks
distorted in a not-so-fun house
the outside painted red
and i think
that’s the opposite
of what
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benediction (20170324)
this poem was going to
be about me, a really good one
i could feel it in my teeth
the way they ground together
edge to edge, a squeak
before shattering
close so close
if i could remember a word
just one word
i could piece it together
water the seed
watch it grow
i’d never have to write again
because after i put that to paper
what else
what more could i
have to add
walking in a land
where i am not heard
i cannot hear the words
of the army of deaf mutes
only the popping
of gristle as they work their
jaws like meat grinders
or am i the one
who makes no sound
and cannot receive
a benediction
gutter (20170208)
dog–my companion
gutter full of stilled water
we race with the moon
Poem 20150725

we hiked
a trail we had been on before
well, part of it anyway
at a look out
we saw the reservoir
barely a mud pit
the last time we were here
the rains from last week
had left a soft layer of water
like the memory of ice
enough to create a reflection
of the tower
looming over the
otherwise dry bed
we left it
choosing today
to take the steep path
where the people climbing
looked like ants
crawling up a red line
of oxidized dirt
but for a moment
the tower in reverse
in the water
and the largest hill
still ahead of us
and the sun bearing down
hotter than expected
Poem 20150525
you open your eyes
and i slide into being
turn away it’s as if
i’ve never been born
only a smudge, merely
a blurred image
parsed through a mirror
or a reflection in a pond