Poem of the day 10-27-14

I left the window open last
night, letting the wind breeze
and drift through, yellowed
leaves and pieces of weathered
paper, tumbling end over end.

When I awoke, a napkin
lay upon my desk, fluttering.
In hastily scribbled
lipstick-smeared crimson:
I'm sorry.

Poem of the day 10-25-14

 I want to climb a tree,
the way we used to
when grape juice and
fruit roll ups were what
we'd have for dinner.

Come with me, up
to the tallest branch, where
the blue jay made her
nest, where the blue jays
learned to fly by falling.

Maybe we'll fall.
Hopefully we'll fall.
Broken bones will mend
with time. Fall
with me and fly.

Or maybe we'll just sprawl
out on a branch, looking at
the clouds. See things that
might have been, the things
that we made shapes of long ago.

I went to the bookstore
the other day, looking
for notes that you left
in the margins, the
scribbles, so that I might
touch paper you touched,
breath scents you breathed,
hold books you held. 

Thursday October 23 2014 - First Post. Abecedarian Experimentations

Experimenting with abecedarian form. Every word begins with the next letter of the alphabet, 26 words long.

ABC, 123,  Baby You and Me

After brunch, call dad.
Exclaim - father! Go
high into joy.
Keep life.
Make new, original
peace. Quell
rage. Sing
to us.
Visualize wonder.
X-Ray your Zaniness.