Friday, December 17, 2010
Dinner Party
Friday, April 30, 2010
Last day of April poems and thank you!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
And Suddenly We Grew Brave
Day 29: Today's RWP prompt was to choose news headlines and work elements of them into a poem. I chose headlines from the science section (online) of The New York Times. They were:
Like Origami, Pollen Grains Fold Just So
The Search for Genes Leads to Unexpected Places
Found Alive: The Loch Ness Monster of the Northwest Prairie. Alas, it Disappoints.
I also used the Poetic Asides prompt, which was to begin the title of a poem with, "And Suddenly."
And Suddenly We Grew Brave
For many moons, we cowered in the tall grasses
Of our hearts, afraid.
Our truth was as elusive as the Loch Ness Monster,
So somewhere along the way we stopped looking.
We mastered the art of folding ourselves up
Into pleasing forms, like origami
And only unraveling on sleepless nights
Or in quiet rooms with the blinds drawn.
We were purposeless
as pollen grains carried by the wind.
And then one day the wind whispered words,
The echoes of our genes, stories from our ancestors
Long forgotten. We dug our hands into the earth
And drank falling rain. We doubted everything we
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Road Trip
Road Trip
Somewhere in Nevada,
Tumbleweeds racing along
Either side of us,
The desert wind robbing our breath,
No one ahead or behind for miles,
I turn to you with your sunscorched hair,
Sunglasses grazing your late afternoon stubble,
And say, “Let’s never stop.”
And you laugh and say,
“Ok.”
In Amish country, we counted carriages,
In Cincinnati, we sang our way
Up and down the dial.
In Kansas, we got homesick
For the jaggedness of NYC.
In New Mexico, we watched for UFOs.
And all along I enjoyed the ride.
But it is here in these great open spaces,
Sun set to broil,
Cacti reaching their prickly mitts
Toward each other,
Rushing toward the coast
Where you will leave and I will stay,
When I realize I don't want this trip to end.
One day many years from now,
I will be in a quiet room,
That you and I may or may not share,
And I will think of this moment.
I will not remember the nettles still stuck
In my shoe from our morning hike
Or the patch of sunburn on my right shoulder
Or even the Eagles song playing on the radio.
I will only remember
How I wished I could drive forever
On this road with you.