for jingle poetry potluck – a color poem =)
08 May 2011 9 Comments
Springing
the colors i feel on days like these
prove i should be alive.
the air is purple around me,
green static and yellows flash -
it is all real, hovering beyond
the point where you can see.
but in my cartoon world
the colors are brighter than
you ever made with a box of crayons -
my reds are filled in
with brushes.
i don’t expect you to understand,
and, anyway, if you did you
could steal my secret.
it is enough for you to know
i enjoy the colors of every day
enough for all of us -
just in case someone misses
the way the blue sky feels
upon their skin.
i spread the sunshine on
to anyone who will have it
so we can carry
on the color -
the world deserves to know.
cardinals
08 May 2011 12 Comments
nana has been sending a lot of birds these days,
and i’m sure it’s because she knows i need them.
it’s always unexpected, though i should
expect them by now, they cross my path
when my mind is blank.
i don’t believe the dead are watching us -
i’m sure they have better things to do
but i know that nana still sends me love,
and i know that sometimes love is
what i need to keep myself in this world.
red wings flit and flutter in front
of my car as i drive to work,
to meet friends, to run my errands -
it doesn’t matter what i’m doing -
it is springtime and
they are there and i feel like
i’ve gotten a hug from 20 years ago.
catharsis
08 May 2011 15 Comments
if you want to bring me flowers
be careful what you choose,
i can’t handle it when
they smell like a funeral.
maybe it comes from seeing
too many too early,
or maybe i’m just
too soft, sensitive,
sentimental,
easily injured, simply saddened.
i do my best to
hide behind daisies
and keep the smile strong
but sometimes the scent
seeps in.
this i know -
moments stick in my brain
like photographs
scattered in a scrapbook
glued among glitter by my own hand,
locked away by
smells or songs or
sensation – sentiments are strong.
sadness lives in
hidden pods within my brain,
pods that pop at
the strangest times,
releasing tears and wounds and blood and
memories held close.
i am sometimes strong enough
to handle them,
the waves wash me away
and my psyche is cleaned, cleared
by the release of my
toxic humors.
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