Showing posts with label One Single Impression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label One Single Impression. Show all posts

Saturday, March 26, 2011

One Single Impression: Hollow

Hollow bunny,
I crush you and
With my tongue 
Trace your contours,
The illusion of substance.


You are not enough.
You never satisfy,


Though your wrapper


Is as pretty


As a spring day.


One Single Impression

Saturday, March 19, 2011

One Single Impression: Sarcasm

Words fall into the chasm
Between a mind and a heart.
Whose?
We wish we knew, you and I.
You and I. We wish we knew.
***
Single leaf, dark night, chasm:
Oak tree, wind:
Music of solitude.


Saturday, March 12, 2011

One Single Impression: Passionate

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"Epic rains on Thursday,"

my sister says, adding,

"Whatever 'epic' means."



Her weather predictions,

Wherever they come from,

Are always correct.



There is no need to wonder

If the rain will come.



I wonder what the rain will do.



Will it--could it--

Put out an epic fire

In eye-for-an-eye fashion

Or will the



Simply



Throw its weight around

And move on?



There is no telling.

Thursday has not come.



About that fire, though.

I have felt it through and through

And wondered what could extinguish it.



I pray for the rain.

The quenching--

In fact the near drowning in mud

That is a sure danger of epic rain.



Drowning is the only end to

A fire that has burned too long.



Bring on the rain.

I will write the story.



I know epic.



One Single Impression

Saturday, March 5, 2011

One Single Impression



My foot slips through

Ice made thin

By the sure light

Of late February



And I sink up to my shin.

But for the waterproofing

On my new Earth shoe

My foot would be wet and cold.



As it is, only my leg freezes

As I schlep along

Trying to feel,



As the ice has,



The full benefit

Of a blazing February sun.



In that brief exchange of

Energy between me and the Earth

Somewhere below the ice



I have discovered

She is no victim of winter's iron maiden

But a playful girl

Waking in her own good time

Under a white blanket



That frays and tatters

Moment by moment

Even as it quite accidentally

And imperfectly

Hold this world together.