three points on the map
insides pleading- please take me
anywhere but here
Tag: poem
non-drowning
melt snow in the lungs
some self-imposed non-drowning
set out for breakfast
oceans
on hands and on feet
ravenous spirits hunting
through empty oceans
some things I like
reverse fairy tales
mountains in my own backyard
letters in cursive
wings
her wings
covered in ice and snow
still flew
Originally posted this on my twitter ages back. It’s been a while since I posted anything here, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing. I think I need to make some sort of commitment to organization because as I was going through my work I couldn’t help but notice the following:
- 5 different notebooks full of completed and not completed poems
- 12 post it notes with some completed and some not completed haikus that I wrote while at work
- 3 napkins with illegible scribbles of might-have-been haikus (written at restaurants)
- 17 voice recordings in my phone that I thought of while driving and needed to get out
- A dozen or more ‘notes’ in my phone of incomplete and complete poems
- A stupid amount of work saved in various notepad files on my laptop.
Yeah… just a little bit cluttered? Belated new years resolution, perhaps.
Oh, on that note
Happy New Year
🙂
St. John’s
club of dapper homes
paint land with conversation
roll to the ocean
rewind
rewind to the end
inhales and exhales came free
now I have to pay
tastes like
this moment tastes like
delicious, off-limit cake
eaten in secret
on not getting the job:
though they claimed
to regret not being able
to offer her the position
she couldn’t help but roll her
eyes in disbelief and claim
herself that she never
wanted it in the first place.
Rugby
Sometimes in my sleep
I play rugby in my dreams,
but I never score.
Some call it red 