I feel like
an old shirt
kept at the
bottom of
your drawer
that you
don't want
anymore
but can't
throw out
A.S.
9/6/09
Poetry, spoken word, maybe even general musings about my life or my observations about the world and beyond. I find that when I write a poem a day it's like therapy for my soul. Being a performance artist and a lone wolf, it's nice to know someone out there reads them, makes me feel acknowledged, maybe it even touches you and makes you think.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Seaweed behind the Ears, Longin fo da Beach
Barefoot through the thistle yo
Like Ceasar?
No, more like Cisarro
Kicks on fire
bustin out the blisters yo
ridin the tides
I'm Yemayah's daughter so
flippers to the side
Tails to the west
when I'm in water
I'm lovin every aspect
A.S.
8/23/09
Like Ceasar?
No, more like Cisarro
Kicks on fire
bustin out the blisters yo
ridin the tides
I'm Yemayah's daughter so
flippers to the side
Tails to the west
when I'm in water
I'm lovin every aspect
A.S.
8/23/09
Monday, August 17, 2009
First Digit
One knuckle
first digit pointer
to be exact
swollen craggy
like driftwood
I banged it I think
or maybe it's
arthritis
striking early
whatever it is
I type this now
with my middle finger
finally center stage
at last while poor pointer
watches from above
How hard it is
not to use you
especially in school
where I need to
coat you in oil
rely upon your agility
Shoulder moans in sympathy
listen while the haughty
forearm muscles balk
look at that crumpled digit
so swollen unable to heal
sending cryptic smoke signals
to that befuddled brain
ouch my finger what shall I do?
tape it, xray it, kiss it
do something you fool!
there is no finger prince
or pointer fairy
This reminds us of
the time when you fractured
your arm and failed to call 911
Well, maybe not as bone
curdlingly painful, but still
a cry for action
Ok I'll call the Doctor
better to know
sacrifice time to save a finger...
A.S.
8/17/09
12:24pm EST
first digit pointer
to be exact
swollen craggy
like driftwood
I banged it I think
or maybe it's
arthritis
striking early
whatever it is
I type this now
with my middle finger
finally center stage
at last while poor pointer
watches from above
How hard it is
not to use you
especially in school
where I need to
coat you in oil
rely upon your agility
Shoulder moans in sympathy
listen while the haughty
forearm muscles balk
look at that crumpled digit
so swollen unable to heal
sending cryptic smoke signals
to that befuddled brain
ouch my finger what shall I do?
tape it, xray it, kiss it
do something you fool!
there is no finger prince
or pointer fairy
This reminds us of
the time when you fractured
your arm and failed to call 911
Well, maybe not as bone
curdlingly painful, but still
a cry for action
Ok I'll call the Doctor
better to know
sacrifice time to save a finger...
A.S.
8/17/09
12:24pm EST
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Voudou Hairdresser
Voudou hairdresser
messes with your head
twisting the tendrils
waking the dead
she straightens you out
then plaits each strand
carefully placing
her silent demands
behind your ear
she tattoos a bee
the buzzing won't stop
so she combs it all out
carefully she pockets
the strands that fell out
for you may leave
but you'll never shake free
she's woven a doll and
stuffed it with hair
if you squint in the night
you may see it there
hanging from a tree
covered with fleas
you'll get no relief
except from a breeze
so careful my friends
when it comes to your hair
there's plenty of
voudou hairdressers out there
A.S.
8/5/09
messes with your head
twisting the tendrils
waking the dead
she straightens you out
then plaits each strand
carefully placing
her silent demands
behind your ear
she tattoos a bee
the buzzing won't stop
so she combs it all out
carefully she pockets
the strands that fell out
for you may leave
but you'll never shake free
she's woven a doll and
stuffed it with hair
if you squint in the night
you may see it there
hanging from a tree
covered with fleas
you'll get no relief
except from a breeze
so careful my friends
when it comes to your hair
there's plenty of
voudou hairdressers out there
A.S.
8/5/09
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Loud Silence
Silence is filled
with life
little sparrows
flap their wings
neighbor's car passes
republican sticker grimacing
wind tussles the trees
sounds like rushing water
my inner ears
creak and click
clock in bathroom
ticks like a metronome
mouse rotor clicks
as I roll it along
again the rustling wind
in the distance a whistling child
ten minutes past six
distinguishable only to me
the breaking pieces
of my heart
A.S.
8/2/09
with life
little sparrows
flap their wings
neighbor's car passes
republican sticker grimacing
wind tussles the trees
sounds like rushing water
my inner ears
creak and click
clock in bathroom
ticks like a metronome
mouse rotor clicks
as I roll it along
again the rustling wind
in the distance a whistling child
ten minutes past six
distinguishable only to me
the breaking pieces
of my heart
A.S.
8/2/09
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Riddle Me This
It's quiet here
still I try to
hold
the slippery rock
it pushes through
my hands
like a toe
through a sock
There's the laughter
of the children
two houses down
the way
the rain dripping
from branches
and my cat's purr
though it fades
Like a flacid
muscled swimmer
trying to climb
a rope
or a tight mouthed
corrosive sinner
who tries to
give up smokes
I ride the teeter-totter
never could ride a bike
but the roters are all rotten
so I fight I fight I fight
It's a silly enterprise
to hold what I cannot
like steam the
thoughts must rise
I'm not
I'm not
A.S.
7/29/09
still I try to
hold
the slippery rock
it pushes through
my hands
like a toe
through a sock
There's the laughter
of the children
two houses down
the way
the rain dripping
from branches
and my cat's purr
though it fades
Like a flacid
muscled swimmer
trying to climb
a rope
or a tight mouthed
corrosive sinner
who tries to
give up smokes
I ride the teeter-totter
never could ride a bike
but the roters are all rotten
so I fight I fight I fight
It's a silly enterprise
to hold what I cannot
like steam the
thoughts must rise
I'm not
I'm not
A.S.
7/29/09
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Musings on Assertiveness
Some people
respond well
to assertiveness
Please do not
speak to me
that way...
it's strange to see
others warm
to me
after I have
slapped their
wrists
I suppose
some people
need to be
knocked back
into consciousness
out of their dazed
sleepwalking
through their
dream of self
A.S.
7/28/09
respond well
to assertiveness
Please do not
speak to me
that way...
it's strange to see
others warm
to me
after I have
slapped their
wrists
I suppose
some people
need to be
knocked back
into consciousness
out of their dazed
sleepwalking
through their
dream of self
A.S.
7/28/09
Monday, July 27, 2009
Mind Loops
Mind creates loop holes
and ties self up in knots
not me
not you
not now
Be careful what you
wish for
or where you thoughts
might rest
the universe
she listens
she'll put you
to the test
A.S.
7/27/09
and ties self up in knots
not me
not you
not now
Be careful what you
wish for
or where you thoughts
might rest
the universe
she listens
she'll put you
to the test
A.S.
7/27/09
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Pretty Pretty
Ok pretty pretty
come here for kiss kiss
one on your nose
on paw tips
our cheeks brush twice
long strokes done just right
you slept through the night
til that birdy took flight
to the window
you rushed
warble warble
manic bird
your song is absurd
five thirty just ain't right
go now
take flight
my kitty
slept through the night
it ain't right
ain't right...
A.S.
7/25/09
come here for kiss kiss
one on your nose
on paw tips
our cheeks brush twice
long strokes done just right
you slept through the night
til that birdy took flight
to the window
you rushed
warble warble
manic bird
your song is absurd
five thirty just ain't right
go now
take flight
my kitty
slept through the night
it ain't right
ain't right...
A.S.
7/25/09
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Surrender
Resentment is carcinogenic
a sand trap
an excuse not to grow
Forgiveness is an elixir
a summer wind
a journey on a Hawk's wing
Resentment tamps down growth
immobilizes self reflection
catches in the throat like a hair ball
Forgiveness strokes hair off forehead
unclenches heart
allows one to expand
If you can not let go
pray for the one you resent
eventually things dissolve
we are all one.
A.S.
7/22/09
a sand trap
an excuse not to grow
Forgiveness is an elixir
a summer wind
a journey on a Hawk's wing
Resentment tamps down growth
immobilizes self reflection
catches in the throat like a hair ball
Forgiveness strokes hair off forehead
unclenches heart
allows one to expand
If you can not let go
pray for the one you resent
eventually things dissolve
we are all one.
A.S.
7/22/09
Monday, July 20, 2009
Silly Head
Sometimes things look
different
than they really are
ask the clouds
they'll tell you
dragons play guitar
even a folded sheet
in shadow becomes a dog
or a stick in road can stop you
for fear of flattening frogs
the mind's a merry prankster
even awake it plays
imagine it in dream-time
when you let it roam
then it is a dancer
forever free to roam
A.S.
7/20/09
different
than they really are
ask the clouds
they'll tell you
dragons play guitar
even a folded sheet
in shadow becomes a dog
or a stick in road can stop you
for fear of flattening frogs
the mind's a merry prankster
even awake it plays
imagine it in dream-time
when you let it roam
then it is a dancer
forever free to roam
A.S.
7/20/09
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Leaning Tower of a Poem
Crouched inside her
ready to leap
its buried
too deep
its buried
too deep
tell me your secrets
unhinge the beast
its buried
too deep
its buried
too deep
crack your cosmic egg
there's nothing to lose
except for you
except for you
paint your masterpiece
it's up to you
to break through
No wait
remember me
give it over
I'll set you free
what to do
what to do
dig deep and find
your treasure's mine
treasure's mine
together we walk in beauty
lighting each moment
with the luminescent light
of the now
of the now
A.S.
7/19/09
ready to leap
its buried
too deep
its buried
too deep
tell me your secrets
unhinge the beast
its buried
too deep
its buried
too deep
crack your cosmic egg
there's nothing to lose
except for you
except for you
paint your masterpiece
it's up to you
to break through
No wait
remember me
give it over
I'll set you free
what to do
what to do
dig deep and find
your treasure's mine
treasure's mine
together we walk in beauty
lighting each moment
with the luminescent light
of the now
of the now
A.S.
7/19/09
Friday, July 17, 2009
Nourish My Fibers
This tree
is feeling her rings
roots are planting
heavy not winged
Still reaching outward
and welcoming in
wise contemplator
much thicker skin
my plumage it changes
from Summer to Spring
Just decorations
certain to Fall
In Winter's dear stillness
I stand through it all
Grown heavy my eyelids
drink water through days
I nourish my fibers
eating healthier today
I wait in the shade
or bathe in the sun
Ever patient
my branches are waiting
some day you'll come.
A.S.
7/17/09
is feeling her rings
roots are planting
heavy not winged
Still reaching outward
and welcoming in
wise contemplator
much thicker skin
my plumage it changes
from Summer to Spring
Just decorations
certain to Fall
In Winter's dear stillness
I stand through it all
Grown heavy my eyelids
drink water through days
I nourish my fibers
eating healthier today
I wait in the shade
or bathe in the sun
Ever patient
my branches are waiting
some day you'll come.
A.S.
7/17/09
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Erosion
Erosive waiting
wears away
thin husks of hope
Erosive doubt
rusting my
cavernous mind
Erosive thinking
peels away
paint from
my masterpiece
cracking the canvas
stunting the flow
bummer...
A.S.
7/9/09
wears away
thin husks of hope
Erosive doubt
rusting my
cavernous mind
Erosive thinking
peels away
paint from
my masterpiece
cracking the canvas
stunting the flow
bummer...
A.S.
7/9/09
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
In Session
Just a
symptom
Of your
transference
why do you
wait to express?
My thoughts
are helium balloons
I digress
I digress
I digress
surveying
the situation
check myself
for missing gear
avoid bumps
and bruises
or hurting you,
my dear
You did it with
her
now you do it
with me
Jump now
you fool
leave the parachute
to me!
Wait a minute
sailor,
who's Captain of
this ship?
I think it's my right
to navigate this trip.
Not every thought's
a process
not every switch
must flip,
sometimes you
must contain them
curtail your
clever quips.
perhaps it was
reaction
maybe your
theory's sound
but my heart's
my truest compass
sometimes
up is down.
A.S.
7/8/09
symptom
Of your
transference
why do you
wait to express?
My thoughts
are helium balloons
I digress
I digress
I digress
surveying
the situation
check myself
for missing gear
avoid bumps
and bruises
or hurting you,
my dear
You did it with
her
now you do it
with me
Jump now
you fool
leave the parachute
to me!
Wait a minute
sailor,
who's Captain of
this ship?
I think it's my right
to navigate this trip.
Not every thought's
a process
not every switch
must flip,
sometimes you
must contain them
curtail your
clever quips.
perhaps it was
reaction
maybe your
theory's sound
but my heart's
my truest compass
sometimes
up is down.
A.S.
7/8/09
Sunday, July 5, 2009
God's Time
Won't
somebody
make me
your project?
Sick
thoughts
tongue in cheek.
Not for
the dishonest
perhaps a thief?
Who would steal away
from self
to control another
an astronaut elf
A sculptor
a farmer
a mother,
a lover
It isn't like
I want to be
planted
just cultivated.
Arrange my branches
Allow me to scream
and howel too
Just someone
to listen
maybe it's true
How does one grow
when not reflected
how to be sure
that it's not
all affected?
I've waited so long,
how can this be?
For sound or charm
elusive, that's me
I'm ripe now
I tell you
come shake my tree,
the rotten and pungent
come first
help me
break free
Then come the buds
soft on the vine
watch them all
flower
I tell you
it's time.
A.S.
7/5/09
somebody
make me
your project?
Sick
thoughts
tongue in cheek.
Not for
the dishonest
perhaps a thief?
Who would steal away
from self
to control another
an astronaut elf
A sculptor
a farmer
a mother,
a lover
It isn't like
I want to be
planted
just cultivated.
Arrange my branches
Allow me to scream
and howel too
Just someone
to listen
maybe it's true
How does one grow
when not reflected
how to be sure
that it's not
all affected?
I've waited so long,
how can this be?
For sound or charm
elusive, that's me
I'm ripe now
I tell you
come shake my tree,
the rotten and pungent
come first
help me
break free
Then come the buds
soft on the vine
watch them all
flower
I tell you
it's time.
A.S.
7/5/09
Rivulets of Self
Clenched fist
coffee stomach
Heels dug in
eyes pried open
a drive
with testimonials
I listen
try to hinge
my hope
upon
your story.
I pray all
day long
between customers
for
humility
patience
God speak
rivulets of
self
running into
the sea
of humanity
Trying to
connect.
A.S.
7/5/09
coffee stomach
Heels dug in
eyes pried open
a drive
with testimonials
I listen
try to hinge
my hope
upon
your story.
I pray all
day long
between customers
for
humility
patience
God speak
rivulets of
self
running into
the sea
of humanity
Trying to
connect.
A.S.
7/5/09
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Always Tomorrow
This
sickness
cleanses
memories
squeezing
brain
into
ringlets
night-time
symphony
old faces
haunt me
why
in unison
compulsive
munching
always
tomorrow
today
underwater
learn
to swim
surfacing
slowly
A.S.
7/4/09
sickness
cleanses
memories
squeezing
brain
into
ringlets
night-time
symphony
old faces
haunt me
why
in unison
compulsive
munching
always
tomorrow
today
underwater
learn
to swim
surfacing
slowly
A.S.
7/4/09
Friday, July 3, 2009
Broken Net
Crunched inside
accordian
taunting music croons
Because you
wouldn't hear us
we've attacked your lungs
wheezing
popping
hissing
you are our
circus
bum
Trying to escape
will only
make you spin
a car upon
the ice
spinning with the wind
You face the
same direction
yet we really
shook you up
eyes are wide
open
In case
you'd care
to duck
Time a
broken net
no one will escape
Tie it round
your neck girl,
wear it as a cape
A.S.
7/3/09
accordian
taunting music croons
Because you
wouldn't hear us
we've attacked your lungs
wheezing
popping
hissing
you are our
circus
bum
Trying to escape
will only
make you spin
a car upon
the ice
spinning with the wind
You face the
same direction
yet we really
shook you up
eyes are wide
open
In case
you'd care
to duck
Time a
broken net
no one will escape
Tie it round
your neck girl,
wear it as a cape
A.S.
7/3/09
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Face the Glass
When Courage
enters
the space
Fear
bows down
and hides her face
Rise my
child
it's time to fight
For out of
darkness
there must come light
Here, she beckons
face the glass.
Fear let out a tiny gasp
Honesty
is your sword
First take stock,
and then
move forward
From this place
devise a plan
Steady girl,
I know you can.
With open eyes
in comes the light
just ask the
stars, who
guard the night
Take this
compass
I call it Clarity
These ingredients
will serve you
well
Stand tall
my darling
and break the spell.
A.S.
06/17/09
A.S.
6/17/09
enters
the space
Fear
bows down
and hides her face
Rise my
child
it's time to fight
For out of
darkness
there must come light
Here, she beckons
face the glass.
Fear let out a tiny gasp
Honesty
is your sword
First take stock,
and then
move forward
From this place
devise a plan
Steady girl,
I know you can.
With open eyes
in comes the light
just ask the
stars, who
guard the night
Take this
compass
I call it Clarity
These ingredients
will serve you
well
Stand tall
my darling
and break the spell.
A.S.
06/17/09
A.S.
6/17/09
Monday, June 15, 2009
Rantings
Burnt toast
artificial
skin
haunting
day glow
teeth
fifty
dollar
torn tee
do something
more with
your
disposable
income
please
A.S.
6/14/09
artificial
skin
haunting
day glow
teeth
fifty
dollar
torn tee
do something
more with
your
disposable
income
please
A.S.
6/14/09
Sunday, June 14, 2009
One Choice
Two young boys
play around
peering into
my windows
treating my cottage
like a doll house
My wheels
grind gravel
they turn
and freeze
tow haired deer
caught in headlights
I ask nonchalantly
did you find your helmet?
I saw it behind
my chair
beside the pink flowers
This morning I knew
I had spies in my midst
Yes, Amy...
they call me by name
I wonder should I have
introduced myself
as Miss Summers
Ms. Summers perhaps
would invoke more fear
Did you put
this rock in my path?
No, Yes the braver
of the two answers
waiting, hoping for
some gossip
to bring home
to his Grandmother
he hopes to invoke
some sign of impatience
Will you help me
move it? I ask calmly
I can't lift it
I have a bad arm
I flash them
my scar
hoping to elicit some
pity or mercy
Can we come in
and see your place?
The No boy asks
as Yes boy rolls the rock
We already seen it
the Yes boy admonishes
Their drunk Uncle
lived here before
he was evicted
his stale cigarette smoke
lingers behind the
fresh paint.
I'm tired, I tell them
Maybe another time
The house is too messy
I add for good measure
not really caring if
it is believable.
Thanks buds
I say
remembering that
one of them is called
Trever, or Travis.
I need to go in now
and feed Leroy.
Whose Leroy?
The No boy asks
It's her indoor cat
Yes boy offers.
I unlock the door
and they follow me
onto the porch
I close the door
behind me
They stand in the driveway
exhilarated
Not old enough
to disguise their
spying well
I pat Leroy's belly
Next time maybe
I'll let them come in
I pause, but they'll
have to remove their
muddy shoes.
Suddenly I see
myself alone
at ninety
offering the neighbor boys
cookies in exchange for
their youthful smiles
and endless questions
What price happiness?
One choice can effect
so much.
A.S.
6/13/09
play around
peering into
my windows
treating my cottage
like a doll house
My wheels
grind gravel
they turn
and freeze
tow haired deer
caught in headlights
I ask nonchalantly
did you find your helmet?
I saw it behind
my chair
beside the pink flowers
This morning I knew
I had spies in my midst
Yes, Amy...
they call me by name
I wonder should I have
introduced myself
as Miss Summers
Ms. Summers perhaps
would invoke more fear
Did you put
this rock in my path?
No, Yes the braver
of the two answers
waiting, hoping for
some gossip
to bring home
to his Grandmother
he hopes to invoke
some sign of impatience
Will you help me
move it? I ask calmly
I can't lift it
I have a bad arm
I flash them
my scar
hoping to elicit some
pity or mercy
Can we come in
and see your place?
The No boy asks
as Yes boy rolls the rock
We already seen it
the Yes boy admonishes
Their drunk Uncle
lived here before
he was evicted
his stale cigarette smoke
lingers behind the
fresh paint.
I'm tired, I tell them
Maybe another time
The house is too messy
I add for good measure
not really caring if
it is believable.
Thanks buds
I say
remembering that
one of them is called
Trever, or Travis.
I need to go in now
and feed Leroy.
Whose Leroy?
The No boy asks
It's her indoor cat
Yes boy offers.
I unlock the door
and they follow me
onto the porch
I close the door
behind me
They stand in the driveway
exhilarated
Not old enough
to disguise their
spying well
I pat Leroy's belly
Next time maybe
I'll let them come in
I pause, but they'll
have to remove their
muddy shoes.
Suddenly I see
myself alone
at ninety
offering the neighbor boys
cookies in exchange for
their youthful smiles
and endless questions
What price happiness?
One choice can effect
so much.
A.S.
6/13/09
Off the Books
It's in the bones
a stiffness
Perhaps if I
were like you
Trust fund
days open like
a fan
There would be
more breath
A lithe spirit
Me, I'm
bogged down
by the weight
of carrying
someone else's
dreams
for fifteen dollars
an hour
off the books.
A.S.
06/13/09
a stiffness
Perhaps if I
were like you
Trust fund
days open like
a fan
There would be
more breath
A lithe spirit
Me, I'm
bogged down
by the weight
of carrying
someone else's
dreams
for fifteen dollars
an hour
off the books.
A.S.
06/13/09
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Worry Doll
and those are
my fears...
I whisper into
the worry doll's ear
She is charged
with listening
and then carrying
my burdens for me
Did I make you
my worry doll?
through encrypted
messages
decipher my fears
my history a
bottomless pit
Too steep to climb
What a charge
to carry so much
sorrow
How heavy
it must have
been
Not knowing
where to put
it down
You carried
it upon your
back
Perhaps we
could have
dug a hole
built a nest
fueled a fire
put it to rest.
A.S.
6/13/09
my fears...
I whisper into
the worry doll's ear
She is charged
with listening
and then carrying
my burdens for me
Did I make you
my worry doll?
through encrypted
messages
decipher my fears
my history a
bottomless pit
Too steep to climb
What a charge
to carry so much
sorrow
How heavy
it must have
been
Not knowing
where to put
it down
You carried
it upon your
back
Perhaps we
could have
dug a hole
built a nest
fueled a fire
put it to rest.
A.S.
6/13/09
No Such Necklace
His eyes
on her hands
as they
open the
case which holds
the necklace
with two
interconnected
hearts
I ask
May I help
you with that?
Even-though
I know she
is capable
He offers
she is just
looking
and preens
her like a
bird pulling
a seed from
the center of
a flower
from her
hair
I persist
You can try it
on if you'd like
she smiles
back at me
and takes
the necklace
from the pins
which hold it
He fastens it
around her
delicate neck
She is petite
while he stands
like a redwood
towering over
her
Each movement
of his limbs
a serenade
It suits you
I say
Get it
he cajoles
No, she says
smiling at
me
I know why
She already
has it
Two connecting
hearts
The bell on
the door
blesses them
as they walk into
the light
I have no
such necklace.
A.S.
6/13/09
on her hands
as they
open the
case which holds
the necklace
with two
interconnected
hearts
I ask
May I help
you with that?
Even-though
I know she
is capable
He offers
she is just
looking
and preens
her like a
bird pulling
a seed from
the center of
a flower
from her
hair
I persist
You can try it
on if you'd like
she smiles
back at me
and takes
the necklace
from the pins
which hold it
He fastens it
around her
delicate neck
She is petite
while he stands
like a redwood
towering over
her
Each movement
of his limbs
a serenade
It suits you
I say
Get it
he cajoles
No, she says
smiling at
me
I know why
She already
has it
Two connecting
hearts
The bell on
the door
blesses them
as they walk into
the light
I have no
such necklace.
A.S.
6/13/09
Poet in the Woods
If a poet
read her poem
in the woods
and nobody
hears her
is she really
here at all?
A.S.
6/13/09
read her poem
in the woods
and nobody
hears her
is she really
here at all?
A.S.
6/13/09
Thursday, June 11, 2009
A Dash of Dill
A dash of
dill weed
Who else
would
offer
this simple
kindness?
Fresh cherries
grace my lunch sack
Time to
sip fresh
coffee before
I go
into the world
alone again
I hold
my own hand.
A.S.
06/11/09
dill weed
Who else
would
offer
this simple
kindness?
Fresh cherries
grace my lunch sack
Time to
sip fresh
coffee before
I go
into the world
alone again
I hold
my own hand.
A.S.
06/11/09
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
3 short poems including "Astral Cat:"
To Ask
To ask
for what
I want
without
attachment
to outcome
yields
sweet
surprises.
A.S.
06/10/09
My Crazy Garden
I'm a crazy
garden
of wild flowers.
A.S.
6/10/09
Astral Cat
Paw prints
on the roof
Bast Cat
bats her
cosmic egg
I keep her
brother
prisoner
in my cottage
by the forest
where he
looks out
upon the trees.
He grins
at me
I am not a prisoner
Mama
The body is
but a shell
The wind rustles
the leaves
he dances with
nature
without
leaving the sill.
A.S.
06/10/09
To ask
for what
I want
without
attachment
to outcome
yields
sweet
surprises.
A.S.
06/10/09
My Crazy Garden
I'm a crazy
garden
of wild flowers.
A.S.
6/10/09
Astral Cat
Paw prints
on the roof
Bast Cat
bats her
cosmic egg
I keep her
brother
prisoner
in my cottage
by the forest
where he
looks out
upon the trees.
He grins
at me
I am not a prisoner
Mama
The body is
but a shell
The wind rustles
the leaves
he dances with
nature
without
leaving the sill.
A.S.
06/10/09
Monday, June 8, 2009
My Fate Your Palms
You never
knew
how you
held
my fate
in your
palms
I never
told you.
Internally
I waited
for you
to massage
my heart
back to beating
in rhythm
with your own.
Harmonic
convergence
of souls...
How silly
of me
to expect
miracles
A.S.
6/7/09
knew
how you
held
my fate
in your
palms
I never
told you.
Internally
I waited
for you
to massage
my heart
back to beating
in rhythm
with your own.
Harmonic
convergence
of souls...
How silly
of me
to expect
miracles
A.S.
6/7/09
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Emotional Bypass
Serrated edges
catch things
so it seems
So rich
clogged up
with possibilities
Tired of talking
eye to eye
head to head
Smooth stones
allow water to
soothe
without
making
a sound
A.S.
6/7/09
catch things
so it seems
So rich
clogged up
with possibilities
Tired of talking
eye to eye
head to head
Smooth stones
allow water to
soothe
without
making
a sound
A.S.
6/7/09
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Humili-tea
Hones-tea
a pinch of
candor
extract of
truth
sans the guilt
too bitter
spoils the
potion
best drank
with
friends
who prefer
organic
products
A.S.
6/6/09
a pinch of
candor
extract of
truth
sans the guilt
too bitter
spoils the
potion
best drank
with
friends
who prefer
organic
products
A.S.
6/6/09
Friday, June 5, 2009
Coiled
Shrinking
sinking
feeling
coiled
never
striking
now at
last you
return
only to
reveal
your child
your wife
has
usurped
my throne
made of
lofty dreams
it scatters
feathers
which make
most
chuckle
except
for me.
A.S.
6/5/09
sinking
feeling
coiled
never
striking
now at
last you
return
only to
reveal
your child
your wife
has
usurped
my throne
made of
lofty dreams
it scatters
feathers
which make
most
chuckle
except
for me.
A.S.
6/5/09
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Choppy Waters
contagious
thoughts
multiply
Ten of swords
never turn them
inward
Tara stands
facing mountains
New beginnings
Alone in my boat
with my swords
learning how
to wield them
while not
upsetting
the balance
A.S.
6/4/09
thoughts
multiply
Ten of swords
never turn them
inward
Tara stands
facing mountains
New beginnings
Alone in my boat
with my swords
learning how
to wield them
while not
upsetting
the balance
A.S.
6/4/09
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
The What If's
Hey you
slow down
Translator, Here!
Who are they?
They're What If's
My goodness
how odd
Hair glows
of fungus
Be careful
they rob
Moon Boots
made of magnets
They'll pull you
right in
They're cunning
the What If's
Why, they're building
a camp
Burn the fields
if you have to
Trust me
they're tramps
A.S.
6/3/09
slow down
Translator, Here!
Who are they?
They're What If's
My goodness
how odd
Hair glows
of fungus
Be careful
they rob
Moon Boots
made of magnets
They'll pull you
right in
They're cunning
the What If's
Why, they're building
a camp
Burn the fields
if you have to
Trust me
they're tramps
A.S.
6/3/09
Pulsing
Illuminated hand
grasps for
elusive muscle
cavernous hole
misplaced keys
i could see
but this,
How could
a light-worker
lose her heart?
Maybe it reabsorbed
from lack of use
Perhaps a match,
foggy lenses
there's an echo
so cold
yodel
couldn't help it
the acoustics
Hel-lo
any body in here?
Hmmm maybe it's
these bandages,
Uncoil them
from my eyes
ahhh now
what's this?
why it's me
all tangled up
in nots
have not
want not
why not?
a bakers
string knotted
round my core
hand roped behind
my back
I am knitting
a prayer shawl
with my fears
unravel this mess
maybe underneath
all this sinew
it waits for me
pulsing
A.S.
6/3/09
grasps for
elusive muscle
cavernous hole
misplaced keys
i could see
but this,
How could
a light-worker
lose her heart?
Maybe it reabsorbed
from lack of use
Perhaps a match,
foggy lenses
there's an echo
so cold
yodel
couldn't help it
the acoustics
Hel-lo
any body in here?
Hmmm maybe it's
these bandages,
Uncoil them
from my eyes
ahhh now
what's this?
why it's me
all tangled up
in nots
have not
want not
why not?
a bakers
string knotted
round my core
hand roped behind
my back
I am knitting
a prayer shawl
with my fears
unravel this mess
maybe underneath
all this sinew
it waits for me
pulsing
A.S.
6/3/09
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Chipped Tooth
Enamel worn away
each tooth
a prayer flag
body barks
limbs play
concerto in B minor
Each day
closer to the dirt
Seismic grumbling
caught between
elements
floating best remedy
moved away
my yesterdays
present for tomorrows
A.S.
6/2/09
each tooth
a prayer flag
body barks
limbs play
concerto in B minor
Each day
closer to the dirt
Seismic grumbling
caught between
elements
floating best remedy
moved away
my yesterdays
present for tomorrows
A.S.
6/2/09
Monday, June 1, 2009
Love Mutiny
Love Mutiny
Telescopic Scrutiny
Turn the lens
Try to Focus
Blind Dissection
is Hocus Pocus
Raise the veil
Disturb the matter
tidal wave
climb the ladder.
Telescopic Scrutiny
Turn the lens
Try to Focus
Blind Dissection
is Hocus Pocus
Raise the veil
Disturb the matter
tidal wave
climb the ladder.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Separation Anxiety from Self
To be
the light
upon the leaf
pollen in the air
cat paws in the dirt
wind caressing cheeks
separation anxiety
from self
I take in
light, by cones & retina
atmosphere inhale and ex
my cheek, caresses the wind
constant struggle
containment in body
always a tight fit
A.S.
05/31/09
the light
upon the leaf
pollen in the air
cat paws in the dirt
wind caressing cheeks
separation anxiety
from self
I take in
light, by cones & retina
atmosphere inhale and ex
my cheek, caresses the wind
constant struggle
containment in body
always a tight fit
A.S.
05/31/09
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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