Archive for 'poem'
Ode to Grandma
Posted: October 23rd, 2006 under creative writing, poem.
Her presence stretches
back into my earliest years,
peppering my memories
with white hair and crumpled
tissue paper skin. Now she sits, worn
and feeble at our kitchen table, lost
in memory. Sometimes she seems to be little
more than a wraith, a ghost,
talking out the bits and pieces
of her life, repeating them over and over
like a Hail, Mary. Praying, “God,
don’t let [...]
Alone
Posted: March 13th, 2006 under creative writing, poem.
Boards moan in the dark
Pale forms at the edge of sight
Cold sweat on the skin
Disbelief
Posted: March 13th, 2006 under creative writing, poem.
Overwhelming awe
Overpowering terror
Frozen in my place
Unable to look away
Destruction consumes my gaze
The Hunt
Posted: March 13th, 2006 under creative writing, poem.
The voice stalks her through the trees
The wind begins to wail
Sobbing, desperately she flees
She stumbles, falling to her knees
The forest begins to flail
The voice stalks her through the trees
Shadows menace in the breeze
She continues, cold and pale
Sobbing, desperately she flees
The falling rain begins to freeze
The ice becomes a veil
The voice stalks her through the trees
The [...]
On My Own
Posted: March 13th, 2006 under creative writing, poem.
I leave the light on
For me. I clean,
Do the laundry, the dishes,
Take out the garbage.
I call home.
How long does it take
To boil water?
What temperature do you
Wash towels at?
I can use cat litter
To get my car unstuck?
I play music.
I fill the house
With sound. It’s always
Too cold, too empty.
I hang curtains. I dream
Up elaborate craft projects
To make [...]
Winter is Laughing at You When
Posted: March 13th, 2006 under creative writing, poem.
Thick layers of fresh snow
Appear overnight, flopping
Onto unsuspecting cars
And freshly plowed roads.
Road signs stand with blindfolds
Of mischievous, slushy snow,
Clinging and chuckling,
Making all roads equal
In their anonymity.
Windows are free of ice
On the outside, but someohw
Laced with stubborn, unreachable
Paper thing ice on the inside.
I Like to Drive (version 1)
Posted: March 13th, 2006 under creative writing, poem.
I like to drive
On deserted back roads that are cracked
And frayed at the edges,
Like the pages of a beloved book.
Roads that are so old that time and nature
Have ground them back into the earth,
Breaking them down in places,
Reducing them
Back to their basic components, undoing
What man has created.
Roads where speed limits and stop
Signs are meaningless
Suggestions made [...]