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my heart decays into rosedust
every day when I think
of how far away you are,
how impossible my happiness,
how incomprehensible
this very earth,
how long until
stars flutter into cinnamon
and nutmeg
and cumin
20 Saturday Apr 2013
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my heart decays into rosedust
every day when I think
of how far away you are,
how impossible my happiness,
how incomprehensible
this very earth,
how long until
stars flutter into cinnamon
and nutmeg
and cumin
19 Friday Apr 2013
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It’s always lovely
to be awakened at the crack of dawn–
far sooner than you’d like to wake up–
because some entity is practicing
the ol’ “Early bird gets the worm” philosophy
right outside your bedroom window
such as the garbage truck,
a psychotic squirrel,
the lawn-mowing crew,
or in this particular case
a search helicopter
which decides to park its rumpus
directly above my apartment complex
for about 15 solid minutes.
perhaps a tenant-watching
guardian angel alerting me
to some proximate danger
lest I find myself criminally victimized
Either way, carpe diem!
18 Thursday Apr 2013
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I really did try
to be productive tonight
but I got lost
in an upward spiraling
light-tunnel
of the most wonderful poetry
I hadn’t yet
had the delight
of word.
17 Wednesday Apr 2013
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today i want to meditate
on the quiet
profundity of fortune cookies
(sometimes they scold!)
16 Tuesday Apr 2013
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breakfast of Twizzlers,
diet dew AM, and a little
bit of popcorn.
i am actually
a rat
but a rat
that believes, very very deeply,
in the oxford comma
15 Monday Apr 2013
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A tree full
of cedar waxwings
as I was heading
into work
14 Sunday Apr 2013
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The moon tonight reminds me
of God’s majesty and how intricately
interested and involved he is
in my life.
Thank heaven
somebody has it together
between the two of us.
13 Saturday Apr 2013
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Beau·ti·ful
Adj.
Having qualities that delight the senses, especially
the sense of sight.
Excellent;
wonderful.
12 Friday Apr 2013
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“How are you?” She asked.
“I am well,” I answered.
I should have said
“I can’t rightly stop thinking
or feeling you in every thought,
every action, and every desire
of my being.”
But, that’s a bit much,
although completely true.
The only way I could have made it
through the day so easily
is to remember the joy.
The peace of being
with one you remember.
I cried. I laughed.
Even when I wasn’t paying
any attention to anything,
You’re right there.
11 Thursday Apr 2013
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As I reflect on the
thirty years of life
my grandmother, I am flooded
down the street
through the snow in Richmond
with you and mom,
your faces that followed,
how you could not only
your card playing face (be it spades,
hearts, or what have you) was
almost unreadable, and the secret
was all in your “innocent” act,
the ritual importance of the crossword,
enjoying the little things and the people
that surrounded you,
how many times we lovingly called you
you still acted surprised.