Aug 24

The Middle Zone

Summer is coming to its final pages, and
I'm stuck in this in-between place
where my brain is telling me to
keep walking along this straight line,
never looking back,
while my heart thinks I should
stay right here, in August,
and never face forward.

This middle zone has me wanting those
fat, heavy tears to fall
down the sides of my face –
the never-ending kind that makes
my cheeks hot & my mouth as dry as sand.

I wish I never came to the middle zone.
Aug 07

Under A Rainstorm



The sound of a rainstorm hitting 
my roof is the humid
scent of tomorrow morning's flowers.

A rainstorm composes its own song,
stringing together a different melody 
each minute -
never completely sure of which way to go
(lower or higher).

Rainstorms are dewdrops on
the deep green leaves and
soaked tree trunks.

Under a rainstorm,
things feel new.
May 16

Got Me

I am as controlled
as two scoops of ice cream
teetering on top of 
their small cone on
a hot summer night
when I am around you.

I am the quick melting of
the ice cream- 
going, going, gone-
when I see those eyes
and hear those slick-like-honey
words as they tumble out
of your mouth.

Love Potion No. 9,
you've got me in
your hand that
reaches out to hold
mine, as natural as the
sun rising.

You are all sugar,
like maple syrup,
coating everything
in your goey-sweet love
that kept me up
tonight and will
leave me with dreams,
dreams that won't
satisfy until you
relent and agree
that I got you,
and you got me,
got me good.

 
May 08

Epistle for my Cat

Dear Kitty,

I think you are part of the glue that
holds my family together. So thank you
for that. Otherwise
we wouldn't have a silly cat
to make us laugh when we all get
mad at each other.

Thank you for sleeping next to me
when I'm sad, and doing funny tricks
when you want a treat.

Thank you for being more of a dog,
and greeting me at the door everyday
when I come home from school (unless
you are asleep in the sunshine. Then you
are being a cat.)

I'll never meet a cat as dumb & clever &
happy & crazy as you. Thank you
for being my cat.

Love,
your owner


 
May 08

three poems of poems

May 08

A Tanka

May 08

Acrostic Poem of me

Can’t figure out
How to write (finely)
An acrostic poem involving myself, and only myself, without
Rethinking each
Line
Over and over again.
Time passes by, but
There is no sign of
Even the first line.

Listing hobbies might get me somewhere, so
I’ll give it a shot:
Not sailing, but
Driving is fun, though I’m not old
Enough to drive legally.
No, I don’t think this is working.

Don’t go, keep reading! Stay and see these last few lines,
Only three more! We can lie down in the grass and count the
Dreamy clouds that circle overhead as we fall into happy
Dazes, the
Sun shining down on our faces.

 
May 08

Have you ever heard toads singing?

Apr 30

The Bright Side

**This is a found poem that I made from the book Free Verse by Sarah Dooley**

It’s morning,
The kind with red sunrise. And
the sky leans low and the sun
comes out.

The mountains are dotted with trees
greener than green. Clouds wisp by.
We’re walking in a high meadow–
there are flowers.

Under the blanket of summer bugs,
we spin around, laugh like happy people.
There is faraway laughter, wedging itself
into my heart.

 
Jan 16

Ode to my Tarot Card Reading


You must be telling the
truth. The absolute,
complete truth.

But of course,
you are nothing but thirteen
cards that I chose at random.

Should I really put
all of my trust in you?

I suppose
that we will have to wait --
it’s only 53 days, after all --
to see if I should trust
a deck of cards again.

I sincerely hope
that you are right
and I am wrong
and
that your predictions
of my wonderful year to come
are 100% hard facts.

Thank you for your time,
my cousin’s friend’s tarot cards.
 

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