Jan 09

That Kind Of Writing


i want
to write.
no, not like that,
silly--
not the little
dizzy
scribbles
that pass for
a grade.
the first
winter snow
out the window
kind of writing.
the sniff
of green
kind of writing.
the spray of
the waterfall
over the cliffs
kind of writing.
when you
speak words
those people
will
listen to,
not
just hear.
the kind
of writing
that leaves
a sprig
of imagination
to grow.
the kind that
bubbles up inside
you
and you're brimming
too full to the top
and it seeps out your skin
and your hands
and it gushes out of your fingers.
i want to
write
the future
and the present
and the past
and what matters.
i want to write
the colors of the rainbow
and the birds in a V on the
autumn wind
and the crackling
of a fire in the woods
Jan 07
poem 1 comment challenge: Love

Little Black Dog

your eyes are
brown

i can see
you in them
only
you

because you have
everything
and
nothing
else to give

which
is
perfect

perrita negrita
i'm
taking spanish this
year
bold little dog
bold little black dog


you twitch in your
sleep
we say you're
dreaming
about eating

probably

you always snuggle
us
no matter what

right now i
can't
wiggle my toes
under you
little black dog

you tried to eat
the air we blew in your
face

we laughed
so hard

when you walk your
tail follows
up in the air

you climb
onto the couch
to the pillow
that's
"yours"
or
behind the
pillows
and
s-t-r-e-t-c-h
out

your tail often gives
me
a fuzzy meal
Dec 31

A Little Note... (I'm Not Sure, I Guess I Got Inspired)

**this is me just kinda rambling (please tolerate)**

i've never actually
written poetry before.
(yet none the less here i am telling you
that in verse)

i don't think i ever
really realized that
there was more to writing
then straight lines of text

i always thought poetry was
rhyme the lines because
that how things are
so you mustn't change the rules...of how...they...are...(?)

(what would fit there and rhyme with "are"?)

i didn't know
that breaking text this way
just
emphasized meaning

until i met her.
(her will remain nameless,
you may or may not know
who you are)

i was astounded;
the beauty of her writing struck me.
all i thought was
"i want to write like that"

so here i am today
and i have found a voice
(one of many voices)
(when writing of course)

and i guess that's
Dec 31

A Hidden Place

together we sat in a
hidden place
discussing the
injustices of the world.

while the forest creaked
in the cold
our frosty breath bit the
air

and our eyes sparkled
in thought
while our cheeks
froze.

it was wonderful.

i felt the snow
(through my mitten)
and the ground
(at my fingertips)

and it was as if the
rest of it
all
had melted away

and the winter was
ours
because we were alone
in a hidden place
Dec 30

Glow Ring

today, i found a ring.
a glow ring to be specific.
it was old.
and cracked.
the strap that normally goes around the finger was gone.
yet when i turned it on, a faint glow persisted.
after all this time.

i never was able to dance.
though i did pretend.

in, probably third grade, i somehow stumbled across "light dances".
maybe i made them up.
maybe the idea sprouted from fireworks in the night sky.
or blurred lights in the dark.
who knows really.

i would spend hours preparing the shows.
rehearsing.
planning.
practicing.
perfecting...

i was obsessed.
well, kinda at least.

i don't know why i loved them so much.
but looking back now, maybe it was because i could dance in the dark.

maybe it was because spinning in the dark the problems melted away.
and the only things left were the lights that blurred together.
Dec 27

This Is Me

i am
too big
striped socks
in the winter

i am
the words
that pour out of me
onto the page

i am a runner
who will get better
over time
and i am

a swimmer with frozen
hair when
she walks out
of the pool mid-season

i am the
vermont
wind and rain and sun
on my face

and i am
afraid of seaweed
(because)...
(no more questions)

i am a girl
who will stand for rights
and i am a girl who will not stand for
being less

i am hair back
always because i can't
stand anything
holding me back

i am arguments
over absolutely nothing
with my brother
(even though he started it)

i am guitar
and ukulele strums
and saxophone blarps
and off-key singing

i am trying to draw
(and greatly failing)
and writing down silly
Dec 25

Ways To Be Remembered

fingerprints
on
the media

filmstrips
and newspapers
and interviews
and memories

in gray
and black
and white

fingerprints
on
the media

documents
long forgotten
gone over
with careful eyes

stories told in
hushed voices
around the campfire

fingerprints 
on 
the media

music
and pictures
and movies
and writings

that tell the
lives of our
era

fingerprints 
on 
the media

lessons
from our classes--
social studies,
history,

english,
science,
math

fingerprints 
on 
the media

household names
known from
bad decisions
and good ones

and
beautifully terrible
discoveries

fingerprints
on
the media

with so
many ways
to be
Dec 24

Happy Birthday (Again)

how to say this...?
(this won't come out right...)
Happy Birthday?

first off,
you are amazing.
You are kind, you are smart,
you are funny,
and you are a great friend.

Though I have not known you
very long,
I already look up to you
(literally, and the way that I mean it here)

because you
are someone who commands
respect

whether you are writing
or drawing
or dancing
(the routine to that
song I don't know
at the dance)

you are cool

there are
so many more things
that I could
(and should)
say

but,
because I haven't known
you for very long
I don't know what else to
say...

Happy Birthday.
That works. (right?)

 
Dec 22

I don't want to hear it

"how many
Jews
can you fit in a car?"

Can you please not
say that?

Can you not even
think it?

This is stem class
why aren't you paying attention?
(like everyone else)

And
can you please wait
and check
(with me)
before you make these jokes?

They aren't funny.
(they aren't even a joke)
They are just a way for
you to make fun of people
so that you
"look cool"
in front of your friends.

(it's not "cool")

"How many
Jews
can you fit in a car?"
you say.

I don't know.
(Why are we talking about this?)

"Two in the front,
three in the middle,
and as many ashes as
you can fit in the back"

I'm half Jewish,
I don't want to
hear that!
(Why are we talking about this?)

Can you please not
say that?

Can you not even 

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