tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53640298528061006672011-10-04T13:09:09.174-07:00Poetry, 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.Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.comBlogger521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-23658121728475498712011-05-22T12:25:00.000-07:002011-05-22T12:56:16.647-07:00<p class="ecxMsoNormal">You’ll know you’ve encountered </p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal">a toxic energy shaker if</p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal">your world feels like a maraca,</p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal">or if clouds appear sinister on a Spring day</p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal"> </p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">to dispel shadowy residue</p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal">find a secluded hill overlooking a field</p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal">play a flute in this place until dusk, </p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal">witness purple light crest the mountain’s hips</p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal"> </p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">shed your clothes and shoes, </p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal">wear only crystals and gems which were</p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal">bathed in sea salt and replenished under a full moon</p> <p class="ecxMsoNormal">kiss the fronts of both palms, first left then right</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">gently plant yourself among the grass and moss</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">fashion a crown of Dandelions, weave it through your hair</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">listen to bird song melt into the cicadas minuet</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">Hum from deep inside your being</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">Lay back and let the night wind ignite your skin</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">let the stars fill your eyes with universal hope</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">Sing the moon a lullabye while rising to your feet</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">Dance with the fullness of night's mystery</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">Call to a mountain and meet her<br /></p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">follow crystal veins in the rock's face</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">trek down her side until she smiles up at you</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">walk into the water and meet your reflection</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">Anoint your flesh with cool water</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">swim as the true mermaid that you are</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">let the fish tickle your toes without flinching</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">find a rock still warm from the day's sun</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">Lay upon it and rest, find a language all your own</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">let your song inform you of forgotten melodies</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">Breathe deeply touch the earth once again</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">return to your starting place</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">your energy is cleansed.</p><p class="ecxMsoNormal">A.S. 5/22/2011<br /></p><p class="ecxMsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="ecxMsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="ecxMsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="ecxMsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="ecxMsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="ecxMsoNormal"><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-2365812172847549871?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-965295975798227102011-04-23T08:45:00.000-07:002011-04-23T09:02:40.377-07:00On the boob tube a comedian guffaws<br />"I have high standards<br />no chic<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>s in wheelchairs or ones who use canes"<br /><br />In a meeting, a woman shared<br />"I deserve more than to be with a man<br />who walks with a cane."<br /><br />I happened to be leading that meeting<br />she, so self absorbed didn't connect the dots<br />when, at the end, I rose with the aide of my cane.<br /><br />I can't fault them, even I<br />say in the recesses of my mind<br />you're broken, unwanted...<br /><br />They do not know that in the flash of a headlight<br />my life was altered from harmony to staccato rhythms<br />I know that I am still whole inside...<br /><br />except for the hole where I bury my doubts, loneliness and fears.<br />A.S.<br />4/23/2011<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-96529597579822710?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-65116584433711897732011-04-10T14:29:00.000-07:002011-04-10T14:59:56.549-07:00Her face twists into a veil<br />she, an empath, a clairvoyant too<br />catching trails of thought<br />feels her way into a room.<br /><br />The clambering tambourine<br />of your disquieted mind is too strong<br />buffering as best she can<br />adipose tissue, a painted fan<br /><br />She sees a hole which you stuff with people places and things<br />braces herself, careful not to be sucked right in<br />knowing full well it is meant to be there<br />Mind races, pulse quickens, you're scared.<br /><br />Part the curtains or sea, which can never stay still<br />The hole's not broken don't fix it, your conduit wails.<br />Each soul's not perfect, each egg has a crack<br />The hole is really a treasure map.<br /><br />Instead of yearning, you might sit and pray<br />or if that's not your bag list ten good things you ate today<br />unimportant the method, you bring it forth<br />the hole is there to guide you, like a tuning fork.<br /><br />A.S. 4/10/2011<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-6511658443371189773?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-56855866147293364462011-01-16T13:36:00.000-08:002011-01-16T13:42:58.159-08:00It's quiet again<br />friends come and go<br />now it's just me<br />and the snow<br /><br />Icicles melted together<br />form a curtain <br />I want to be them<br />connected, clear, patient<br /><br />Constantly in contact<br />with the mother<br />recycling and always giving<br />nourishing wisdom in harmony<br /><br />In the big houses across the lane<br />smoke wafts from chimneys<br />Here the heat rises from the floor<br />which is cold my cottage rests on stilts<br /><br />I will open my book and read<br />another's thoughts for a while...<br /><br />A.S. 1/16/11<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-5685586614729336446?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-54172313159174858582011-01-06T05:08:00.000-08:002011-01-06T05:25:45.348-08:00Submerged inside my Aquarium of Dreams<br />Fortune Cookie Fishies come apart at the seams<br />Bright coral reef harbors newfound riches<br />Amethyst creatures jump out to kiss witches<br /><br />They too are here, on aquatic broomsticks they glide<br />Dipping and flipping racing seahourse and snail<br />Only pausing enthralled by a Dolphin's sweet tale<br />They weave secrets of ocean into their hair<br /><br />All high from the thrill that they don't have to share<br />The Mermaids breathe love-songs into the air<br />These sisters comb though my dreams, make sure they're fair<br />Splashing aqua blue light into the creases<br /><br />A Whale caught my eye and told me earth's secrets<br />We both had a good belly laugh which caused a great wave<br />The Whale meant no harm so the sea tribe she saved<br />We laughed a bit lighter just enough for choppy waters<br /><br />Until we were hungry twas seafood we ordered.<br />A.S. 1/6/11<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-5417231315917485858?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-51550379809381026712010-12-30T12:21:00.000-08:002010-12-30T12:28:06.762-08:00Turtle upturned<br />cracked shell<br />no way out<br /><br />How much deeper<br />can the Turtle<br />retreat?<br /><br />Under the sea<br />100 years of<br />collecting sand,<br />a shell is born<br /><br />Inside a soft<br />creature<br />takes refuge<br /><br />At the same time<br />A great beast<br />driven by drink<br /><br />breaks my shell<br />and I am contained<br />within<br /><br />floating<br /><br />waiting, praying, working<br />toward regrowth<br />A.S. 12/30/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-5155037980938102671?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-67270517806182475612010-07-16T08:19:00.000-07:002010-07-16T08:28:07.452-07:00Pain robs me of sleep<br />palpating my aches<br />hurting my healing<br />ripping open my sleep<br />and knocking, no pounding<br />on my nerve centers<br />ice, pills when they let me<br />still it continues to scratch<br />no, thrash at me while<br />I lay, supine, two broken ankles<br />broken pelvis. Nurse yanking<br />and pulling me from side to side<br />she stuffs a plastic bed pan<br />change the chucks or wedge<br />ice into hard to reach places<br />I cry inwardly but ache until<br />tin tastes invade my essence.<br />12/17/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-6727051780618247561?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-58506722939844766042010-07-15T11:12:00.000-07:002010-07-15T11:20:07.283-07:00Inside the Tulip, the red ones<br />is a black center<br />with yellow shining through<br />they open<br />I'm, no we are<br />not ready to lose a petal.<br />03/07/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-5850672293984476604?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-57814203825841938022010-07-15T10:59:00.000-07:002010-07-15T11:11:40.092-07:00Bad pen<br />knee protrudes<br />suture pokes it head through<br />thin skin<br />I am, no my bones are<br />walking on thin ice<br />my body and mind<br />a thawing lake<br />frozen for Winter<br />teardrops melting<br />the top layers<br />heat rising<br />sometimes with fury<br />grasping at slippery<br />edges desperate<br />not to go under<br />frozen forever<br />can't stop the melting<br />not a dream<br />those are quite<br />new to me again<br />the waking hours<br />a magnifying glass<br />aimed at my heart<br />my third eye waits<br />for rescue.<br />03/07/10<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-5781420382584193802?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-77076436009442064862009-09-06T05:59:00.000-07:002009-09-06T06:01:15.740-07:00I feel like<br />an old shirt<br />kept at the<br />bottom of<br />your drawer<br />that you<br />don't want<br />anymore<br />but can't<br />throw out<br />A.S.<br />9/6/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-7707643600944206486?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-35996721887638349932009-08-23T16:00:00.000-07:002009-08-23T16:06:38.313-07:00Barefoot through the thistle yo<br />Like Ceasar?<br />No, more like Cisarro<br /><br />Kicks on fire<br />bustin out the blisters yo<br />ridin the tides<br /><br />I'm Yemayah's daughter so<br />flippers to the side<br />Tails to the west<br /><br />when I'm in water<br />I'm lovin every aspect<br />A.S.<br />8/23/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-3599672188763834993?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-27753517499978102462009-08-17T09:12:00.000-07:002009-08-17T09:26:10.219-07:00One knuckle<br />first digit pointer<br />to be exact<br /><br />swollen craggy<br />like driftwood<br />I banged it I think<br /><br />or maybe it's<br />arthritis<br />striking early<br /><br />whatever it is<br />I type this now<br />with my middle finger<br /><br />finally center stage<br />at last while poor pointer<br />watches from above<br /><br />How hard it is<br />not to use you<br />especially in school<br /><br />where I need to<br />coat you in oil<br />rely upon your agility<br /><br />Shoulder moans in sympathy<br />listen while the haughty<br />forearm muscles balk<br /><br />look at that crumpled digit<br />so swollen unable to heal<br />sending cryptic smoke signals<br /><br />to that befuddled brain<br />ouch my finger what shall I do?<br />tape it, xray it, kiss it<br /><br />do something you fool!<br />there is no finger prince<br />or pointer fairy<br /><br />This reminds us of<br />the time when you fractured<br />your arm and failed to call 911<br /><br />Well, maybe not as bone<br />curdlingly painful, but still<br />a cry for action<br /><br />Ok I'll call the Doctor<br />better to know<br />sacrifice time to save a finger...<br />A.S.<br />8/17/09<br />12:24pm EST<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-2775351749997810246?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-79718504964275363002009-08-05T08:04:00.000-07:002009-08-05T08:12:10.344-07:00Voudou hairdresser<br />messes with your head<br /><br />twisting the tendrils<br />waking the dead<br /><br />she straightens you out<br />then plaits each strand<br /><br />carefully placing<br />her silent demands<br /><br />behind your ear<br />she tattoos a bee<br /><br />the buzzing won't stop<br />so she combs it all out<br /><br />carefully she pockets<br />the strands that fell out<br /><br />for you may leave<br />but you'll never shake free<br /><br />she's woven a doll and<br />stuffed it with hair<br /><br />if you squint in the night<br />you may see it there<br /><br />hanging from a tree<br />covered with fleas<br /><br />you'll get no relief<br />except from a breeze<br /><br />so careful my friends<br />when it comes to your hair<br /><br />there's plenty of<br />voudou hairdressers out there<br />A.S.<br />8/5/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-7971850496427536300?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-72266288397053198762009-08-02T15:06:00.000-07:002009-08-02T15:14:10.836-07:00Silence is filled<br />with life<br /><br />little sparrows<br />flap their wings<br /><br />neighbor's car passes<br />republican sticker grimacing<br /><br />wind tussles the trees<br />sounds like rushing water<br /><br />my inner ears<br />creak and click<br /><br />clock in bathroom<br />ticks like a metronome<br /><br />mouse rotor clicks<br />as I roll it along<br /><br />again the rustling wind<br />in the distance a whistling child<br /><br />ten minutes past six<br />distinguishable only to me<br /><br />the breaking pieces<br />of my heart<br />A.S.<br />8/2/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-7226628839705319876?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-59546906175439471012009-07-29T13:24:00.000-07:002009-07-29T13:33:49.179-07:00It's quiet here<br />still I try to<br />hold<br />the slippery rock<br /><br />it pushes through<br />my hands<br />like a toe<br />through a sock<br /><br />There's the laughter<br />of the children<br />two houses down<br />the way<br /><br />the rain dripping<br />from branches<br />and my cat's purr<br />though it fades<br /><br />Like a flacid<br />muscled swimmer<br />trying to climb<br />a rope<br /><br />or a tight mouthed<br />corrosive sinner<br />who tries to<br />give up smokes<br /><br />I ride the teeter-totter<br />never could ride a bike<br />but the roters are all rotten<br />so I fight I fight I fight<br /><br />It's a silly enterprise<br />to hold what I cannot<br />like steam the<br />thoughts must rise<br /><br />I'm not<br />I'm not<br />A.S.<br />7/29/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-5954690617543947101?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-45432428978365808502009-07-28T05:47:00.000-07:002009-07-28T05:51:09.735-07:00Some people<br />respond well<br />to assertiveness<br /><br />Please do not<br />speak to me<br />that way...<br /><br />it's strange to see<br />others warm<br />to me<br /><br />after I have<br />slapped their<br />wrists<br /><br />I suppose<br />some people<br />need to be<br /><br />knocked back<br />into consciousness<br />out of their dazed<br /><br />sleepwalking<br />through their<br />dream of self<br />A.S.<br />7/28/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-4543242897836580850?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-38892410810495206652009-07-27T05:33:00.000-07:002009-07-27T05:40:27.342-07:00Mind creates loop holes<br />and ties self up in knots<br /><br />not me<br />not you<br />not now<br /><br />Be careful what you<br />wish for<br /><br />or where you thoughts<br />might rest<br /><br />the universe<br />she listens<br /><br />she'll put you<br />to the test<br /><br />A.S.<br />7/27/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-3889241081049520665?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-53480425074747763102009-07-25T05:27:00.001-07:002009-07-25T05:32:04.693-07:00Ok pretty pretty<br />come here for kiss kiss<br /><br />one on your nose<br />on paw tips<br /><br />our cheeks brush twice<br />long strokes done just right<br /><br />you slept through the night<br />til that birdy took flight<br /><br />to the window<br />you rushed<br /><br />warble warble<br />manic bird<br /><br />your song is absurd<br />five thirty just ain't right<br /><br />go now<br />take flight<br /><br />my kitty<br />slept through the night<br /><br />it ain't right<br />ain't right...<br /><br />A.S.<br />7/25/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-5348042507474776310?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-11181282399007415282009-07-22T05:47:00.000-07:002009-07-22T05:57:03.859-07:00Resentment is carcinogenic<br />a sand trap<br />an excuse not to grow<br /><br />Forgiveness is an elixir<br />a summer wind<br />a journey on a Hawk's wing<br /><br />Resentment tamps down growth<br />immobilizes self reflection<br />catches in the throat like a hair ball<br /><br />Forgiveness strokes hair off forehead<br />unclenches heart<br />allows one to expand<br /><br />If you can not let go<br />pray for the one you resent<br />eventually things dissolve<br /><br />we are all one.<br /><br />A.S.<br />7/22/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-1118128239900741528?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-92010661768305541372009-07-20T13:50:00.000-07:002009-07-20T13:56:49.870-07:00Sometimes things look<br />different<br /><br />than they really are<br />ask the clouds<br /><br />they'll tell you<br />dragons play guitar<br /><br />even a folded sheet<br />in shadow becomes a dog<br /><br />or a stick in road can stop you<br />for fear of flattening frogs<br /><br />the mind's a merry prankster<br />even awake it plays<br /><br />imagine it in dream-time<br />when you let it roam<br /><br />then it is a dancer<br />forever free to roam<br /><br />A.S.<br />7/20/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-9201066176830554137?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-77785621580606507612009-07-19T05:58:00.000-07:002009-07-19T06:08:19.910-07:00Crouched inside her<br />ready to leap<br /><br />its buried<br />too deep<br /><br />its buried<br />too deep<br /><br />tell me your secrets<br />unhinge the beast<br /><br />its buried<br />too deep<br /><br />its buried<br />too deep<br /><br />crack your cosmic egg<br />there's nothing to lose<br /><br />except for you<br />except for you<br /><br />paint your masterpiece<br /><br />it's up to you<br />to break through<br /><br />No wait<br />remember me<br /><br />give it over<br />I'll set you free<br /><br />what to do<br />what to do<br /><br />dig deep and find<br /><br />your treasure's mine<br />treasure's mine<br /><br />together we walk in beauty<br />lighting each moment<br />with the luminescent light<br /><br />of the now<br />of the now<br />A.S.<br />7/19/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-7778562158060650761?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-4908182379130704802009-07-17T05:34:00.000-07:002009-07-17T05:44:44.423-07:00This tree<br />is feeling her rings<br /><br />roots are planting<br />heavy not winged<br /><br />Still reaching outward<br />and welcoming in<br /><br />wise contemplator<br />much thicker skin<br /><br />my plumage it changes<br />from Summer to Spring<br /><br />Just decorations<br />certain to Fall<br /><br />In Winter's dear stillness<br />I stand through it all<br /><br />Grown heavy my eyelids<br />drink water through days<br /><br />I nourish my fibers<br />eating healthier today<br /><br />I wait in the shade<br />or bathe in the sun<br /><br />Ever patient<br />my branches are waiting<br /><br />some day you'll come.<br /><br />A.S.<br />7/17/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-490818237913070480?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-82662255690846824922009-07-09T17:32:00.000-07:002009-07-09T17:36:45.338-07:00Erosive waiting<br />wears away<br />thin husks of hope<br /><br />Erosive doubt<br />rusting my<br />cavernous mind<br /><br />Erosive thinking<br />peels away<br />paint from<br /><br />my masterpiece<br />cracking the canvas<br />stunting the flow<br /><br />bummer...<br />A.S.<br />7/9/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-8266225569084682492?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-41401391541006089992009-07-08T09:58:00.000-07:002009-07-08T10:12:48.323-07:00Just a<br />symptom<br /><br />Of your<br />transference<br /><br />why do you<br />wait to express?<br /><br />My thoughts<br />are helium balloons<br /><br />I digress<br />I digress<br />I digress<br /><br />surveying<br />the situation<br /><br />check myself<br />for missing gear<br /><br />avoid bumps<br />and bruises<br /><br />or hurting you,<br />my dear<br /><br />You did it with<br />her<br /><br />now you do it<br />with me<br /><br />Jump now<br />you fool<br /><br />leave the parachute<br />to me!<br /><br />Wait a minute<br />sailor,<br /><br />who's Captain of<br /> this ship?<br /><br />I think it's my right<br />to navigate this trip.<br /><br />Not every thought's<br />a process<br /><br />not every switch<br />must flip,<br /><br />sometimes you<br />must contain them<br /><br />curtail your<br />clever quips.<br /><br />perhaps it was<br />reaction<br /><br />maybe your<br />theory's sound<br /><br />but my heart's<br />my truest compass<br /><br />sometimes<br />up is down.<br /><br />A.S.<br />7/8/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-4140139154100608999?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-50262832261788067532009-07-05T06:31:00.000-07:002009-07-05T06:44:59.520-07:00Won't<br />somebody<br /><br />make me<br />your project?<br /><br />Sick<br />thoughts<br /><br />tongue in cheek.<br /><br />Not for<br />the dishonest<br /><br />perhaps a thief?<br /><br />Who would steal away<br />from self<br /><br />to control another<br /><br />an astronaut elf<br /><br />A sculptor<br /><br />a farmer<br /><br />a mother,<br /><br />a lover<br /><br />It isn't like<br />I want to be<br />planted<br /><br />just cultivated.<br /><br />Arrange my branches<br /><br />Allow me to scream<br /><br />and howel too<br /><br />Just someone<br />to listen<br /><br />maybe it's true<br /><br />How does one grow<br />when not reflected<br /><br />how to be sure<br />that it's not<br /><br />all affected?<br /><br />I've waited so long,<br />how can this be?<br /><br />For sound or charm<br />elusive, that's me<br /><br />I'm ripe now<br />I tell you<br /><br />come shake my tree,<br /><br />the rotten and pungent<br /><br />come first<br /><br />help me<br /><br />break free<br /><br />Then come the buds<br />soft on the vine<br /><br />watch them all<br />flower<br /><br />I tell you<br />it's time.<br />A.S.<br />7/5/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-5026283226178806753?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-267910789413217802009-07-05T06:25:00.000-07:002009-07-05T06:30:17.424-07:00Clenched fist<br />coffee stomach<br /><br />Heels dug in<br />eyes pried open<br /><br />a drive<br />with testimonials<br /><br />I listen<br />try to hinge<br /><br />my hope<br />upon<br /><br />your story.<br /><br />I pray all<br />day long<br /><br />between customers<br />for<br /><br />humility<br /><br />patience<br /><br />God speak<br /><br />rivulets of<br /> self<br /><br />running into<br />the sea<br /><br />of humanity<br /><br />Trying to<br />connect.<br />A.S.<br />7/5/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-26791078941321780?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-69580032014679766222009-07-04T05:04:00.000-07:002009-07-04T05:10:03.357-07:00This<br />sickness<br /><br />cleanses<br />memories<br /><br />squeezing<br />brain<br /><br />into<br />ringlets<br /><br />night-time<br />symphony<br /><br />old faces<br />haunt me<br /><br />why<br />in unison<br /><br />compulsive<br />munching<br /><br />always<br />tomorrow<br /><br />today<br />underwater<br /><br />learn<br />to swim<br /><br />surfacing<br />slowly<br />A.S.<br />7/4/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-6958003201467976622?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-74933877604060683602009-07-04T05:02:00.000-07:002009-07-04T05:04:19.683-07:00Damp<br />air<br /><br />compression<br />drums<br /><br />inner<br />pressure<br /><br />thy will<br />be done<br />A.S.<br />7/4/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-7493387760406068360?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-7492356001195746782009-07-03T06:06:00.000-07:002009-07-03T06:17:02.223-07:00Crunched inside<br />accordian<br />taunting music croons<br /><br />Because you<br />wouldn't hear us<br />we've attacked your lungs<br /><br />wheezing<br />popping<br />hissing<br /><br />you are our<br />circus<br />bum<br /><br />Trying to escape<br />will only<br />make you spin<br /><br />a car upon<br />the ice<br />spinning with the wind<br /><br />You face the<br />same direction<br />yet we really<br /><br />shook you up<br />eyes are wide<br />open<br /><br />In case<br />you'd care<br />to duck<br /><br />Time a<br />broken net<br />no one will escape<br /><br />Tie it round<br />your neck girl,<br />wear it as a cape<br />A.S.<br />7/3/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-749235600119574678?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-7633238036533024482009-06-17T05:08:00.000-07:002009-06-17T05:25:10.596-07:00When Courage<br />enters<br />the space<br /><br />Fear<br />bows down<br />and hides her face<br /><br />Rise my<br />child<br />it's time to fight<br /><br />For out of<br />darkness<br />there must come light<br /><br />Here, she beckons<br />face the glass.<br /><br />Fear let out a tiny gasp<br /><br />Honesty<br />is your sword<br /><br />First take stock,<br />and then<br />move forward<br /><br />From this place<br />devise a plan<br /><br />Steady girl,<br />I know you can.<br /><br />With open eyes<br />in comes the light<br /><br />just ask the<br />stars, who<br />guard the night<br /><br />Take this<br />compass<br />I call it Clarity<br /><br />These ingredients<br />will serve you<br />well<br /><br />Stand tall<br />my darling<br />and break the spell.<br />A.S.<br />06/17/09<br /><br /><br /><br />A.S.<br />6/17/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-763323803653302448?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-15894611347593226092009-06-15T07:52:00.000-07:002009-06-15T07:55:07.759-07:00Burnt toast<br />artificial<br />skin<br /><br />haunting<br />day glow<br />teeth<br /><br />fifty<br />dollar<br />torn tee<br /><br />do something<br />more with<br />your<br /><br />disposable<br />income<br />please<br />A.S.<br />6/14/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-1589461134759322609?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-59868265480537157682009-06-14T17:12:00.000-07:002009-06-14T17:40:31.568-07:00Two young boys<br />play around<br /><br />peering into<br />my windows<br /><br />treating my cottage<br />like a doll house<br /><br />My wheels<br />grind gravel<br /><br />they turn<br />and freeze<br /><br />tow haired deer<br />caught in headlights<br /><br />I ask nonchalantly<br />did you find your helmet?<br /><br />I saw it behind<br />my chair<br /><br />beside the pink flowers<br /><br />This morning I knew<br />I had spies in my midst<br /><br />Yes, Amy...<br /><br />they call me by name<br /><br />I wonder should I have<br />introduced myself<br /><br />as Miss Summers<br />Ms. Summers perhaps<br />would invoke more fear<br /><br />Did you put<br />this rock in my path?<br /><br />No, Yes the braver<br />of the two answers<br /><br />waiting, hoping for<br />some gossip<br /><br />to bring home<br />to his Grandmother<br /><br />he hopes to invoke<br />some sign of impatience<br /><br />Will you help me<br />move it? I ask calmly<br /><br />I can't lift it<br />I have a bad arm<br /><br />I flash them<br />my scar<br /><br />hoping to elicit some<br />pity or mercy<br /><br />Can we come in<br />and see your place?<br /><br />The No boy asks<br />as Yes boy rolls the rock<br /><br />We already seen it<br />the Yes boy admonishes<br /><br />Their drunk Uncle<br />lived here before<br /><br />he was evicted<br /><br />his stale cigarette smoke<br />lingers behind the<br /><br />fresh paint.<br /><br />I'm tired, I tell them<br />Maybe another time<br /><br />The house is too messy<br />I add for good measure<br /><br />not really caring if<br />it is believable.<br /><br />Thanks buds<br />I say<br /><br />remembering that<br />one of them is called<br /><br />Trever, or Travis.<br /><br />I need to go in now<br />and feed Leroy.<br /><br />Whose Leroy?<br />The No boy asks<br /><br />It's her indoor cat<br />Yes boy offers.<br /><br />I unlock the door<br />and they follow me<br /><br />onto the porch<br /><br />I close the door<br />behind me<br /><br />They stand in the driveway<br />exhilarated<br /><br />Not old enough<br />to disguise their<br />spying well<br /><br />I pat Leroy's belly<br />Next time maybe<br />I'll let them come in<br /><br />I pause, but they'll<br />have to remove their<br />muddy shoes.<br /><br />Suddenly I see<br />myself alone<br />at ninety<br /><br />offering the neighbor boys<br />cookies in exchange for<br /><br />their youthful smiles<br />and endless questions<br /><br />What price happiness?<br /><br />One choice can effect<br />so much.<br />A.S.<br />6/13/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-5986826548053715768?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-10679963137186843812009-06-14T17:08:00.000-07:002009-06-14T17:12:05.132-07:00It's in the bones<br />a stiffness<br /><br />Perhaps if I<br />were like you<br /><br />Trust fund<br />days open like<br />a fan<br /><br />There would be<br />more breath<br /><br />A lithe spirit<br /><br />Me, I'm<br />bogged down<br /><br />by the weight<br />of carrying<br /><br />someone else's<br />dreams<br /><br />for fifteen dollars<br />an hour<br /><br />off the books.<br />A.S.<br />06/13/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-1067996313718684381?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-27513384303340208872009-06-13T17:38:00.000-07:002009-06-13T17:47:21.248-07:00and those are<br />my fears...<br /><br />I whisper into<br />the worry doll's ear<br /><br />She is charged<br />with listening<br /><br />and then carrying<br />my burdens for me<br /><br />Did I make you<br />my worry doll?<br /><br />through encrypted<br />messages<br /><br />decipher my fears<br /><br />my history a<br />bottomless pit<br /><br />Too steep to climb<br /><br />What a charge<br />to carry so much<br /><br />sorrow<br /><br />How heavy<br />it must have<br />been<br /><br />Not knowing<br />where to put<br />it down<br /><br />You carried<br />it upon your<br />back<br /><br />Perhaps we<br />could have<br /><br />dug a hole<br /><br />built a nest<br /><br />fueled a fire<br /><br />put it to rest.<br />A.S.<br />6/13/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-2751338430334020887?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-40564446292449408482009-06-13T15:47:00.001-07:002009-06-13T15:57:48.297-07:00His eyes<br />on her hands<br />as they<br />open the<br />case which holds<br />the necklace<br />with two<br />interconnected<br />hearts<br /><br />I ask<br />May I help<br />you with that?<br />Even-though<br />I know she<br />is capable<br /><br />He offers<br />she is just<br />looking<br />and preens<br />her like a<br />bird pulling<br />a seed from<br />the center of<br />a flower<br />from her<br />hair<br /><br />I persist<br />You can try it<br />on if you'd like<br /><br />she smiles<br />back at me<br />and takes<br />the necklace<br />from the pins<br />which hold it<br /><br />He fastens it<br />around her<br />delicate neck<br /><br />She is petite<br />while he stands<br />like a redwood<br />towering over<br />her<br /><br />Each movement<br />of his limbs<br />a serenade<br /><br />It suits you<br />I say<br /><br />Get it<br />he cajoles<br /><br />No, she says<br />smiling at<br />me<br /><br />I know why<br /><br />She already<br />has it<br /><br />Two connecting<br />hearts<br /><br />The bell on<br />the door<br />blesses them<br />as they walk into<br />the light<br /><br />I have no<br />such necklace.<br />A.S.<br />6/13/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-4056444629244940848?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-22174148507116255822009-06-13T15:44:00.000-07:002009-06-13T15:46:53.717-07:00First drops<br />splink<br /><br />blanket<br />the day<br /><br />with fuzzy<br />moments<br /><br />of introspection<br />A.S.<br />6/13/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-2217414850711625582?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-56761022231818957872009-06-13T15:43:00.000-07:002009-06-13T15:44:34.731-07:00If a poet<br />read her poem<br />in the woods<br />and nobody<br />hears her<br />is she really<br />here at all?<br />A.S.<br />6/13/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-5676102223181895787?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-29374548621948063092009-06-11T05:20:00.000-07:002009-06-11T05:25:01.898-07:00A dash of<br />dill weed<br /><br />Who else<br />would<br />offer<br />this simple<br />kindness?<br /><br />Fresh cherries<br />grace my lunch sack<br /><br />Time to<br />sip fresh<br />coffee before<br />I go<br />into the world<br /><br />alone again<br />I hold<br /><br />my own hand.<br /><br />A.S.<br />06/11/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-2937454862194806309?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-56990108478989649672009-06-10T06:37:00.000-07:002009-06-11T05:25:58.209-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">To Ask</span><br /><br />To ask<br />for what<br />I want<br /><br />without<br />attachment<br />to outcome<br /><br />yields<br />sweet<br />surprises.<br /><br />A.S.<br />06/10/09<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My Crazy Garden</span><br /><br />I'm a crazy<br />garden<br />of wild flowers.<br /><br />A.S.<br />6/10/09<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Astral Cat</span><br /><br />Paw prints<br />on the roof<br /><br />Bast Cat<br />bats her<br /><br />cosmic egg<br /><br />I keep her<br />brother<br /><br />prisoner<br /><br />in my cottage<br />by the forest<br /><br />where he<br />looks out<br /><br />upon the trees.<br /><br />He grins<br />at me<br /><br />I am not a prisoner<br />Mama<br /><br />The body is<br />but a shell<br /><br />The wind rustles<br />the leaves<br /><br />he dances with<br />nature<br /><br />without<br />leaving the sill.<br />A.S.<br />06/10/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-5699010847898964967?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-41583386922253681482009-06-08T07:56:00.000-07:002009-06-08T08:00:25.350-07:00You never<br />knew<br />how you<br /><br />held<br /><br />my fate<br />in your<br />palms<br /><br />I never<br />told you.<br />Internally<br /><br />I waited<br />for you<br />to massage<br /><br />my heart<br /><br />back to beating<br />in rhythm<br />with your own.<br /><br />Harmonic<br />convergence<br />of souls...<br /><br />How silly<br />of me<br />to expect<br /><br />miracles<br />A.S.<br />6/7/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-4158338692225368148?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-51929925075506866862009-06-07T17:37:00.000-07:002009-06-07T17:42:25.532-07:00Serrated edges<br />catch things<br />so it seems<br /><br />So rich<br />clogged up<br />with possibilities<br /><br />Tired of talking<br />eye to eye<br />head to head<br /><br />Smooth stones<br />allow water to<br />soothe<br /><br />without<br />making<br />a sound<br /><br />A.S.<br />6/7/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-5192992507550686686?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-71934797271794234812009-06-06T15:58:00.000-07:002009-06-06T16:02:01.318-07:00Hones-tea<br />a pinch of<br />candor<br /><br />extract of<br />truth<br />sans the guilt<br /><br />too bitter<br />spoils the<br />potion<br /><br />best drank<br />with<br />friends<br /><br />who prefer<br />organic<br />products<br />A.S.<br />6/6/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-7193479727179423481?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-45377917848207995382009-06-05T15:56:00.000-07:002009-06-05T16:03:05.834-07:00Shrinking<br />sinking<br />feeling<br /><br />coiled<br />never<br />striking<br /><br />now at<br />last you<br />return<br /><br />only to<br />reveal<br />your child<br /><br />your wife<br />has<br />usurped<br /><br />my throne<br />made of<br />lofty dreams<br /><br />it scatters<br />feathers<br />which make<br /><br />most<br />chuckle<br />except<br /><br />for me.<br />A.S.<br />6/5/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-4537791784820799538?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-51070885087769666842009-06-04T19:19:00.000-07:002009-06-04T19:24:27.928-07:00contagious<br />thoughts<br />multiply<br /><br />Ten of swords<br />never turn them<br />inward<br /><br />Tara stands<br />facing mountains<br />New beginnings<br /><br />Alone in my boat<br />with my swords<br />learning how<br /><br />to wield them<br />while not<br />upsetting<br /><br />the balance<br />A.S.<br />6/4/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-5107088508776966684?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-70232901353077290532009-06-03T15:40:00.000-07:002009-06-03T15:48:40.626-07:00Hey you<br />slow down<br /><br />Translator, Here!<br />Who are they?<br /><br />They're What If's<br /><br />My goodness<br />how odd<br /><br />Hair glows<br />of fungus<br /><br />Be careful<br />they rob<br /><br />Moon Boots<br />made of magnets<br /><br />They'll pull you<br />right in<br /><br />They're cunning<br />the What If's<br /><br />Why, they're building<br />a camp<br /><br />Burn the fields<br />if you have to<br /><br />Trust me<br />they're tramps<br /><br />A.S.<br />6/3/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-7023290135307729053?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-42592381394154995752009-06-03T09:27:00.000-07:002009-06-03T15:14:19.291-07:00Illuminated hand<br />grasps for<br />elusive muscle<br /><br />cavernous hole<br />misplaced keys<br />i could see<br /><br />but this,<br />How could<br />a light-worker<br /><br />lose her heart?<br />Maybe it reabsorbed<br />from lack of use<br /><br />Perhaps a match,<br />foggy lenses<br />there's an echo<br /><br />so cold<br />yodel<br />couldn't help it<br /><br />the acoustics<br />Hel-lo<br />any body in here?<br /><br />Hmmm maybe it's<br />these bandages,<br />Uncoil them<br /><br />from my eyes<br />ahhh now<br />what's this?<br /><br />why it's me<br />all tangled up<br />in nots<br /><br />have not<br />want not<br />why not?<br /><br />a bakers<br />string knotted<br />round my core<br /><br />hand roped behind<br />my back<br />I am knitting<br /><br />a prayer shawl<br />with my fears<br />unravel this mess<br /><br />maybe underneath<br />all this sinew<br />it waits for me<br /><br />pulsing<br /><br />A.S.<br />6/3/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-4259238139415499575?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-18980461279514513642009-06-02T10:49:00.000-07:002009-06-02T11:19:29.037-07:00Enamel worn away<br />each tooth<br />a prayer flag<br /><br />body barks<br />limbs play<br />concerto in B minor<br /><br />Each day<br />closer to the dirt<br />Seismic grumbling<br /><br />caught between<br />elements<br />floating best remedy<br /><br />moved away<br />my yesterdays<br />present for tomorrows<br /><br />A.S.<br />6/2/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-1898046127951451364?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-66546281149160543812009-06-01T06:39:00.000-07:002009-06-01T06:43:57.168-07:00Love Mutiny<br />Telescopic Scrutiny<br />Turn the lens<br /><br />Try to Focus<br />Blind Dissection<br />is Hocus Pocus<br /><br />Raise the veil<br />Disturb the matter<br />tidal wave<br /><br />climb the ladder.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-6654628114916054381?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-38256672863797463092009-05-31T06:52:00.000-07:002009-05-31T06:59:31.968-07:00To be<br />the light<br />upon the leaf<br /><br />pollen in the air<br />cat paws in the dirt<br />wind caressing cheeks<br /><br />separation anxiety<br />from self<br />I take in<br /><br />light, by cones &amp; retina<br />atmosphere inhale and ex<br />my cheek, caresses the wind<br /><br />constant struggle<br />containment in body<br />always a tight fit<br /><br />A.S.<br />05/31/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-3825667286379746309?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-46538026448573587222009-05-30T05:15:00.000-07:002009-05-30T05:18:38.166-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Magnetic Pull</span><br /><br />False Quiet<br />Internal ringing<br />interferes with<br /><br />the birds are<br />singing<br />being present<br /><br />soul is bleeding<br />set your compass<br />heart is leading<br />A.S.<br />5/30/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-4653802644857358722?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-71084356168668860312009-05-30T05:14:00.000-07:002009-05-30T05:15:15.006-07:00<u><b>Upside-down Bur qua</b></u><br /><br />Hazy Light<br />perceived<br />as darkness<br /><br />lenses foggy<br />perhaps it's<br />madness<br /><br />hope floats<br />suppose I'll rise<br />day is young<br /><br />at least I'll try.<br />A.S. 5/29/09<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-7108435616866886031?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5364029852806100667.post-31093877498360490702009-05-30T05:11:00.000-07:002009-05-30T05:13:04.221-07:00<span id="EC_role_document" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><span style="background-color: transparent;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;" ><b><u>Ruptured Spirit</u></b><br /><br /> <style> .ExternalClass .EC_hmmessage P {padding:0px;} .ExternalClass body.EC_hmmessage {font-size:10pt;font-family:Verdana;} </style> Hits me like a mud pie<br />rolls down the face<br />but avoids the eye, <br /><br />mine is a frozen cry,<br />swollen yet crystallized<br />an arthritic yelp<br /><br />A calcified scream<br />scar tissue<br />the broken bone<br /><br />tied to a sheet of metal<br /><br />A.S.<br />5/28/09<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"></span></span><span style="font-size: 16pt;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#7030a0;" ><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5364029852806100667-3109387749836049070?l=amysummerspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Amy Summers Poetry Blognoreply@blogger.com2