Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Poems from my Window
Below is a small collection of poems that stemmed from opening my window for the first time since winter began.
Ikkyu Couplet
The door can be closed,
But the window is always open.
Haiku 15
open window
high heals clomping
in the night
Tanka
Open window in spring
Cool calming breeze,
carries the sound of
clomping heels.
I am never truly alone.
Haibun 10
Night. I sit in my room alone. The window is open and a cool breeze has an uplifting quality. I can feel a hunger and energy inside me. Something has flipped a switch. Restlessness in the night forces productivity, an inner drive to some unknown end that Spring herself doesn’t understand.
outside heels click
and curiosity
drives my eyes away
Ikkyu Couplet
The door can be closed,
But the window is always open.
Haiku 15
open window
high heals clomping
in the night
Tanka
Open window in spring
Cool calming breeze,
carries the sound of
clomping heels.
I am never truly alone.
Haibun 10
Night. I sit in my room alone. The window is open and a cool breeze has an uplifting quality. I can feel a hunger and energy inside me. Something has flipped a switch. Restlessness in the night forces productivity, an inner drive to some unknown end that Spring herself doesn’t understand.
outside heels click
and curiosity
drives my eyes away
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Persona Poetry
I'll leave it up to you to guess the Persona I'm using here.
1. Reliability
Turn on my keys
And fire me up
We’ll go places
And do things
We’ll go to work
and when the day is done
I’ll see you get home.
2. Speed
Let me sit in an empty parking lot
at night when the dusk conceals us.
I can be your vessel,
your mobile island shelter.
Be gentle with your passenger,
She is new, pure and sweet.
Please tomorrow,
Won’t you clean my seats?
3. Insurance
How dare you, you
insolent ignorant fuck.
Turn the wheel
Guide me true.
Save me now
from the destruction.
It’s all to late in these last seconds,
In the instance we shall part.
1. Reliability
Turn on my keys
And fire me up
We’ll go places
And do things
We’ll go to work
and when the day is done
I’ll see you get home.
2. Speed
Let me sit in an empty parking lot
at night when the dusk conceals us.
I can be your vessel,
your mobile island shelter.
Be gentle with your passenger,
She is new, pure and sweet.
Please tomorrow,
Won’t you clean my seats?
3. Insurance
How dare you, you
insolent ignorant fuck.
Turn the wheel
Guide me true.
Save me now
from the destruction.
It’s all to late in these last seconds,
In the instance we shall part.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Tanka Poetry
1
Dim lights,
in an old bar.
Days last light-
fading as the
flies congregate.
2
To the woman,
her arms and ample chest covered
in indigo tattoos-
My friend is in love,
with your art.
3
In the chilled night,
a hint of spring blows-
through the dying city.
The absence of people
tells all.
4
Driving with the windows down:
The air rushing in
Complements the radio.
Erasing all fears of dulled senses-
Passing by a cop: all breath ceases.
5
A piss before bed,
Long lasting relief
in the steady golden stream:
the spoils of battles won
and foes of the evening passed.
Dim lights,
in an old bar.
Days last light-
fading as the
flies congregate.
2
To the woman,
her arms and ample chest covered
in indigo tattoos-
My friend is in love,
with your art.
3
In the chilled night,
a hint of spring blows-
through the dying city.
The absence of people
tells all.
4
Driving with the windows down:
The air rushing in
Complements the radio.
Erasing all fears of dulled senses-
Passing by a cop: all breath ceases.
5
A piss before bed,
Long lasting relief
in the steady golden stream:
the spoils of battles won
and foes of the evening passed.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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