memories grow tall
painted windowframes peeling
weeds almost reach them
jolly hotei’s face
laughing from the statues foot
unsmothered by leaves
much has happened here
in this old house by the creek
traces disappear
20200730
a haiku sequence for the prompt at d’Verse Join us and write one yourself! https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/30/mtb-haiku-sequence/
collegiate lit rag
Four Walls
tiny office, inside
the newspapers office.
you’re not finding this by accident.
in the belly of the student center.
below ground, of course.
that seventies architecture
you were told was ‘style’
made possible by innovative new materials
which happen to be cheaper
its hard to imagine that architect
was ever inside a building.
not for any length of time at least.
cold, hard uniform square blocks
shaped into uniform square rooms
industrial wall-to-wall
or uniform square tiles
but oh the words that we assembled!
in those four walls
such a delicious contrast to the building
where we were housed
20200428
churning through Global Poetry Writing Month
and looking back to my college years for the Poem-A-Day challenge
and let me take you there for the D’Verse Poets prompt today.
i am from a walled-off womb
a heart unplugged
his childless unvisited grave
(but you are a father, i am here!)
i am staked, a wavering unsure claim
knowing there’s naught but sand beneath
clinging to the fear in the air
they didn’t hit me with any old thing
but had a paddle just for that
she shattered it against my bookshelf
(terrified, but finally free. should i get her another?)
mind, denied remembering
heart, denied feeling
body, denied exercise
spirit, denied.
(what even is that?)
beneath that sand is stone
sure and solid
that house in Springfield is still there
still has my mom in it.
(one of them at least. no dad no more)
he is in my heart now
taking down the christmas lights
he strung up there
(finally, here in april)
his unknowing attempt to mitigate the dark
(while you’re at it, here is your procrastination)
and you, here is your guilt.
i kept it for you, in this velvet box
(this did not help you, nor me)
for you i have no blame
that house in Springfield is still there
the place is mostly the same
its a different me that sees it.
20190411
GloPoWriMo
there is a me in here
… (somewhere)
between the mind, the ego, the inner child
those are the bricks. i’m looking for the house
20180129
Is there anything more precious than your own baby?
Remember the first time you stepped Into your house
With that baby? You had painted, pink or blue, to prepare
This is not the same house, it was even that morning.
20171029
She lives in a two story house
Hers and her spouse
There are two stories here
Intertwined like comets orbits
Around a loving sun
And as they read their lives along
When together, their words are strong
20170312
I took the first two lines from fred herring here:
https://fredherring.wordpress.com/2017/03/12/wordle-without-revenge/
I will make
I will believe
I’ll cut down bubble gum trees
And blow rooms from them
And live there with my hen
And here we’ll need no roof
When the sky lets loose it’s mirth
20170307
God and love and family
are laid into the earth
From this strong foundation made
I’ll build my house with words
and in these written walls
I’ll stash my Sacred things
In metaphor and homily
Are made my home and hearth
Carved in stone they will not fade
Some words are fit for doorwards
some for bearing walls
Some are clear, light they bring
Some are set like shingles
Whose meanings overlap
Now I’ll curl up in my words
And safely take my nap
20170307
Poetics: DIY Building
Laundry, dressing room
These spaces combine
wine cellar, workshop
Storage cellar, kitchen
And redefine
Living room, dining room
Based on use and purpose
Home theater, her home office
His home office, library
So our little six room house
Guest room, master bedroom
Craft room, sewing room
Grows to a mansion sublime
20170225
Here am I
In this house, again
I know it to be
My aunts house
Yet it isn’t the same
These stairs are there
Not here, and the
Upper chamber
I never found waking
Precious little is the same
And yet I Know this
IS
My aunts house
20170111
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