Friday, September 3, 2010

from the vault - a poem - "my reflection"

Another poem dug out from my creative "vault."  I was very prolific with the free verse sort of poetry during all those commutes into the city on the train, can't you tell?


my reflection in the
window
stares at me
in the dark tunnel
we slow
we stutter
we fumble
fingers knotting
breathing heavy
slivers of light
bright in my eyes
we shudder
we shiver
from giver to receiver
from engine to car
we grumble
we rumble
we ache
we twist
we sigh
and in the sky
a lazy cloud trails by
we speed
we chatter
we dart
 in and out
of the artwork
on the walls
scrawled by voiceless fingers
nimble
cold
hard
we push away
we stop
we start
our hearts
not in it fully
never in it really

from the vault - a poem - "i want to write"

I dug around in my old poetry files, and found this . .



i want to write
something prophetic
and poetic
give jumbled thoughts
meaning and depth
to be heard
in the thousands of voices around me
and at the same
time my choices
to sink into the background
blending with the grey mush
i can’t write to be
sympathetic or
kinetic
words really have no
meaning unless someone
reads them or hears them
can i write to feel
to be
to see
to know       that i belong?

cape cod

Took a recent trip to the Cape a few weeks ago.  Here is a small collage of our trip.  I'll post more later.

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