Tag: poetry
member name: mona d.
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August 01, 2008 11:00 AM EDT --
they removed a chunk
stole it from a mysterious place
pink and hidden
and dropped it into a sterile plastic jar
left it on the counter
for me to contemplate.
it looked at me
waiting . . .
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March 26, 2007 02:47 PM EDT --
I press the memory of you
against my creased brow,
leaving a shadow stain
that will not fade.
I spread the essence of you
across my skin
recalling simplicity
of desire and flight.
. . .
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June 06, 2007 02:04 PM EDT --
I lie alone, eyes wide
body crumbling beneath the weight
of imagined demons
You cross forgotten deserts
scorched deities ignoring
your noble farce
The buddha’s eyes narrow
. . .
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October 04, 2008 02:59 PM EDT --
Early morning
biting air
on skin still warm
from dreams of you.
shuffling across
chilled floorboards
the shower welcomes me
with a hot caress
that allows the fog
to linger. . . .
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March 02, 2007 03:07 PM EST --
you arrive in disguise,
no longer vague,
your nakedness lost in
a sweep of black.
your honesty rips me
out of my head
and when i snap back,
if I could breathe,
i would scream your name.
i want . . .
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August 29, 2006 02:29 PM EDT --
I walked in
lacking expectation.
But there you were,
finally,
looking in my direction.
I needed to see into
your clouded window,
recognize who sits
on your dusty throne.
When our eyes met,
a . . .
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June 10, 2008 02:00 PM EDT --
When she sees him,
her first thought
is of the myth of the Yup'ik
and the hundreds of words
they have for snow.
It seems unfair that English
does not provide her
with hundreds . . .
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September 18, 2006 02:31 PM EDT --
note: this is a pure, unadulterated ramble. by no means a finished poem, but more of an expectoration of words that were choking me, thoughts that needed release. shit, i couldn't even think of . . .
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March 07, 2006 01:49 PM EST --
I am too tired
to be my own savior,
to protect myself from
the insolent child
who runs through my veins.
Ugly and polluted,
dirty and damaged.
If only I could be rid of her,
banish her from my . . .
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March 23, 2006 11:11 AM EST --
My mom often says:
You don't get what you deserve,
you get what you get.
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March 30, 2006 10:17 AM EST --
who are you today,
loving partner or the beast?
i hate surprises.
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April 06, 2006 08:33 AM EDT --
hand is not lifted,
but invisible scars show
how words cut long, deep.
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August 18, 2009 02:48 PM EDT --
red pen clamped between my teeth,
thread bare dictionary
lays open before me,
its spine cracked and broken,
binding exposed,
pages trying to escape
my relentless searching.
i need . . .
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July 21, 2006 03:57 PM EDT --
The hole is widening again,
pulling me in,
bruising my imagination,
slowing my breath.
Last month was one year
since I first saw you,
and it was time to return.
But my body betrayed me,
had other . . .
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November 24, 2009 04:30 PM EST --
you have something of mine.
but we’re both forgetful…
you don’t remember how you got it
and i don’t recall what it is.
but i know that i . . .
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February 22, 2006 03:48 PM EST --
You are rough hewn
with the hands of a man
and the experience of a boy.
the wood you were carved from
is deeply figured,
the grain running
behind your knee
is twisted and irregular
but the scent . . .
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February 22, 2006 03:53 PM EST --
You should have been
the answer
to the whys
and hows
and whens
that drift past
on endless days.
I slit myself
stem to stern,
laid open the self,
made vulnerable the being
by writing that letter . . .
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February 23, 2006 03:20 PM EST --
I walked past you
one summer morning
as you sat in front of the bakery,
head bent over
paper and coffee.
I stole a glance at you
and at that moment
wanted to know what
you look like asleep.
In . . .
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February 22, 2006 03:49 PM EST --
Upon discovering hope,
i held my heart out to the elements.
fearing not destruction,
or erosion from a constant wind
tearing at the surface.
but always fearing rejection,
silence,
and misunderstanding. . . .
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February 22, 2006 03:50 PM EST --
Can you forgive
the fog of
desperation that
has enshrouded me?
I rest unassured,
restless breath,
half awake,
sometimes asleep,
never dreaming,
always afraid.
I remember
to forget
about you . . .
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