Entries tagged with “Poem”
In honor of Mother’s Day and my own mother, who passed away of Lou Gehrig’s Disease, or ALS, eight years ago, I thought I would share the poem I wrote the morning she died. A …
I will not die an unlived life.I will not live in fearof falling or catching fire.I choose to inhabit my days,to allow my living to open me,to make me less afraid,more accessible;t…
“It may be that poetry’s work is preparatory, like the work of the earthworms in garden soil.”
“I want to just drowse, / eyelids witness / to curtains of gold swaying ”
“Some things are best / enjoyed alone. Some things can only be / enjoyed alone.”
“What does that say about holy? / How much power it doesn’t have— / Thou shalt not kill crumpled under our feet.”
"Each time I turn a page, / my skin seems to shiver. / Each time I blink, / my lashes are spider legs."
“I comb the shore for collectibles, / easily discarded things / to hang on my inspirational wall.”
"to turn the world inside out, this / delicate force that sometimes hugs / itself so tightly, the fears seem to break"
“How close to human / must the breathed-in air come / before it develops a sense of shame or humor?”
"The storm is not as important / as the path it opens."
"let the water be weak / so our coffee is strong / so we can stay up late to dance."
“Loving yourself is like / feeding a clear bird / no one else can see.”
"When clouds gather / in the aisle of my mind, / eyebrows withering into space,"
“she showed me what she knew— / how to settle alongside lamplight / and fill my lap with skeins”
"We try like birds awakened by / a tone of light to fly into each / other’s need. And always / wind throws us off."
"This being human is a series of / blindnesses that come and go. / But we can outlive our mistakes,"
“You move with / spirit and grace, / and the stars / bow down”
“You want to love fully, yet at the same time / you have to keep a measure of love / for yourself.”
“I stand here now, gathering shells / whenever they appear. I hold them up / to my ears.”
“A poem rummages the self and the tongue for this moment’s response.”
“Hopeful as a pencil sharpened, / clear as one beam of light landing on the table’s far side.”
“And love, just like rain, is all around us.”
“They say they are scared of us. / The nuclear bomb is scared of the cucumber.”
“Subscribe to plants, animals, stars, / music, the baby who can’t walk yet”
"if you nodded at him, or not, / chattering words to / a patience prayer, over and over."
"whatever makes us look everywhere / but in our core—this is the smoke / that drives us from the living."
"Because it means you see what beauty is / here, and what she ought to have: / jewels in a complete set,"
“If days were colors / I would name this one pink, / a pale pink like the rose quartz / pendant I wear,”
"You find / your optimism stuttering. / Sometimes you let yourself / pray then judge yourself"
I watch him bob across the intersection, Squat legs bowed in black sweatpants. I watch him smile at nobody, at our traffic Stopped to accommodate his slow going. His arms…
i store my memories in a vault-like freezerwhere they’ll never thawthey’re all of meyet, somehowyou fit in like i’m the gloveand you’re the skin sheltering mecovering mefor every s…