I want to be just a number on your list, One of the many women who found their way Into the warm folds of your bed as the Morning light drifted through a white-curtained void. I want to be a name you failed to remember And a face that you can't recall with all The vividness that love brings a mind's eye. I want to be that personal stranger you forgot. I want to be that dream that fades as quickly As fog on a bright summer day, burning up before The first cars blaze their paths to caree...
I got a call today. The kind you never expect to get on a cold morning when you’re still on the first cup of tea and the first bagel slice. This was even before I could turn the music up loud and the lights down low. It was my father’s voice, whispery and low, “I’m dying baby-girl.” I thought it a joke. Sick and immature. Or an exaggeration to catch my ear and beg my sympathy. “Jennifer? Did you hear me?” “Yes, I heard you.” There was a pause there. Both of us searching for words. “Jennifer?”...
I want to know what you Sleep about when you're tossing Under the covers when you're Dreaming. "How old do you have to be to die?" I heard you whisper to the back of My neck one morning when there Was too much anger and not enough compassion. "I don't think anyone, no where, Is old enough, not yet." That made sense. He's new and remembers How forever really is. I know, to twist in sheets thrice, Seems to drain all the deep Dark blue speed from your Delightfully turquoise body. And for the mom...
I found out today, That I live in a black And White movie. A True, undeniable classic. The clouds, the grass, Everything in shades of Grey. Without exception, Everything is monochromatic. I've walked down the streets Watching the black and white Sun set on the black and white Horizon with no changes in hue. I've found, though, that through This one-sided life, I've begun To see all the details that I Would have missed in full saturation. But then, something changed. Every once in a while, som...
I'm six pairs of the same cut, color, and style jeans, Two weeks of long, lazy vacation And short five minute showers. I look great in cheap sunglasses, I'm "Let's grab a smoky-treat" "Take me to a movie." I'm "I don't care what you wear." Now and then, I'm moody. I'm a Toyota with the music too loud, With my brown hair streaming out the window. I'm a soft place to land, And a good feeling within. I'm a warm conversation That none would miss for anything. I'm a fierce fighter when I'm mad, A ...
I'm sitting here, in my office on the side of cougar mountain, looking up at this crystal clear, blue-sky day and it's hard to think about the destruction that is happening to the sound on a day like this. I really like this, it pulls at my emotions, maybe moreso because I've rediscovered the beauty of Washington. However, it feels a bit unfinished, like there is something more that needs to be said but, hasn't been. Good luck! I'm hoping to browse the rest of your work (as we have this locat...
I simply love this poem, the symbolism behind the silver band is just fantastic. I wish this poem were my own! However, my only slight criticism is to remove the very last line so that the stanza reads "Still, when I looked for a sign Of our love and what once was, All I could find Was a single tarnished silver band." I think it gives it a cleaner, crisper ending. I still love this poem regardless and look forward to reading the rest of your work!