I may love your forever
you, who I will never hold
a relationship based on intimacy
of feelings, of thoughts
always yearning
always disappointed
never satisfied
never full
the desire to die
or to be fulfilled
wishing for the hunger to cease
or be satisfied
the flame to be extinguished
before it destroys
how do I live with this desire
this hunger
this flame
we met at the wrong time in this life
too late
but even so
I may love you forever
you, who I will never hold
poems
Poem: be aware
Short excerpt from the new book-length erasure poem, BAD THINGS HAPPEN.
the evil
in this world
troubled
human history
call for help
LISTEN
in confidence ask
begin to understand
discern wisdom
LISTEN
open your eyes
BAD THINGS HAPPEN
be aware
BAD THINGS HAPPEN
they have been
deluded
they bought into
deceit
words
deluded them
LISTEN
you were captive
to traditions
you were buried
you were dead
you were hostile
you judged
defrauded
your mind
BAD THINGS HAPPEN
your freedom
distressed people
LISTEN
you learn
significant truths
BAD THINGS HAPPEN
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Just messing around with format
Sometimes I play around with different ways to present the same words on the page. This is a redo just out of curiosity to see how it works in block format rather than more traditional lines. If you’re interested in seeing the original, you can find it here. I realized I haven’t really shared much here lately, but I have been working on some things, but not ready to show the newest projects yet. So I think I’ll just starting showing some of my “process” of writing the assorted things I’m messing around with these days.
inspired
neither god nor muse on a train in a nasty mood coming from the outside from the inside the source is unimportant the poet is the poet is the real thing Yeats is Spicer’s ghost father the poem drives the poet parasite dictating to us (the Martian) Yeats’ wife possessed by spooks “I’m here to give you metaphors”
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inspired
neither god nor muse
on a train
in a nasty mood
coming from the outside
from the inside
the source is unimportant
the poet is the poet
is the real thing
Yeats is Spicer’s
ghost father
the poem drives
the poet
parasite dictating
to us (the Martian)
Yeats wife possessed
by spooks
“I’m here to give you
metaphors”
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Reading Ecopoetry on Patriot Day While Sitting on the Back Deck
hummingbird soundtrack
distant rumbling
thunder? no
train yards
impersonating summer squalls
alone
sunlight scented skin
quiet rustlings
dry leaves
red umbrellas
Patriot flags
poetry pages
flapping open
shut open shut open shut
in a passing breeze
suspended in time
between stillness and movement
warmth and cool nights
morning and forever
mourning and
open shut open shut open shut
life’s pages flap open shut
hints of fall
uncertain futures
one more lonely pass around the sun
dandelion wishes
daisy loves
and love-me-nots
vanish for another year
deep distant rumbling
thunder? no
shuddering moments of loss
the sun shines still
quiet and still
warms this sun-kissed
tear-stained
pink-skinned mammal
one more day
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Ode to Miss Charlotte M Mason
Ode to Miss Charlotte M. Mason
Charlotte. May I call you Charlotte?
Is it appropriate to be so familiar
with someone so profound?
You are not my friend.
You are my hero.
My mentor.
My inspiration.
You voice continues, even now, to speak
for the children’s sake
for Heaven’s sake
for the sake of all that’s holy.
What would you have done or said
in the face of assaults on nature
of melting ice caps
rising temperatures
shrinking glaciers
clearcut forests
dying bees?
You were ahead of your time
would you raise up a cry
as the natural world crumbled?
How can children walk
beneath trees and sky
when the trees are gone
clearcut for profits
and bottom lines?
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Poem: language
by Debi
who is mother tongue
who is father country
the collective
the source of identity
language moves from place to place
water, rain, flowing
can take things away from you
the assembly, monolithic
one language, one place, one overall
you have to give up things
in the land of the free?
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Poem: is there peace
by Debi
is there peace
in your heart
no
BAD THINGS HAPPEN
you ought to
refuse to
deceive yourself
return
justice
righteousness
break
your thorns
your heart
your deeds
be broken
be cut away
so your heart
can beat
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Poem: leaking family trees
leaking family trees
by Debi
energy from the light
glowing paint
Day-glo thread
the visible emerging
from the invisible
when the final darkness comes
still glowing
circles of death tanks
feeding the ground
the rivers, the homes
the families, the future
a secret, a cover-up
20,000 turns around the sun
until Spring
the children unborn
carrying on the family business
cleaning up the waste
from the death beds
of their fathers
Inspired by Ginnie Hebert, Leaks, 2013
Cotton quilt, glow-in-the-dark paint, glow-in-the-dark thread
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Poem: Night Skies
by Debi
dark arch of sky
millions of stars
mysteries of the cosmos
blazed in darkness
gleaming jewels
of rose or crystal hue
beauty overhead
a clear night
without a moon
alone with the stars
patterns of constellations
standing out
bright and clear
misty river
the Milky Way
drink in the beauty
a blazing planet
low on the horizon
look up at the sky
breath-taking glimpse
observant
clear-eyed
the night skies are alive
Debi Taylor-Hough 