Parts Unknown

Ode to Old Tom Joad, my son


All alone
In parts unknown
Smoke billows from the fire
I lay my head
The ground my bed
Rock pillows and quilted briar

Look for me
I’m hard to see
Nothing but a ghost
I’m all around
Spirit unbound
On my way to heaven almost

One more thing
My last hymn to sing
“I’ll fly away…” from here
Don’t forget
I have no regret
Remember and I’ll be near

Too strong to kill
Tougher than will
You cannot snuff this fire
Noble and fierce
My heart will pierce
The darkness that makes Devil a liar


I love you, my boy. You’re my blood.

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Girl Bye

You think I’m quiet
Powerless and weak
There is technically a difference
Between shy and meek

Meek is power
Under control
I choose to be this way
Restraint is my goal

Don’t mistake my silence
As consent to your little show
I’m also choosing to love you
Having patience before I go

And go I will.

Gift of Words

Double haiku (acrostic no less!) from my husband for my birthday, 2018:

My wife, my whole life,
Always caring and serving,
Redeems me through grace.

Talented artist
Heals hearts with wisdom and prose;
Ageless beauty, she.


Poem for my birthday from my husband, 2017:

Today is her birthday.

She didn’t ask for much –

just some flowers and nice words.

She never asks for much –

just the hardest things for me give:

patience

kindness

compassion

tenderness…

simple gifts that cost nothing

but my ego and pride

which I, shamefully,

have treasured more than gold.

For forty and four sun-cycles

she has lived;

I’ve known her for nineteen of them

and lived with her

longer than any other –

even my own family.

She is

a writer, poet, teacher, and mother

my closest family and confidant.

She has

loved, honored, and stayed with me

even when I have not been

loving, honorable, or companionable.

Today is her birthday.

She doesn’t ask for much

just some flowers

and nice words

and the hardest gift for me to find:

to be a better man.

She deserves the best.


Thank you, honey. You know words are my favorite gift. :* Thank you,

eternal

i am thrown on the fire
i am the crackle in the night
i am the spark that pops
with firecracker light

i am scattered to the wind
start from scratch again

fall through cracks
down to seed and root
spread my desire
until you see my shoots

i will rise to the sky
stretched high and wide

you pause in my shadow
you linger in my shade
i offer you protection
shelter where you’ve laid

i was born in this ground
cut down where i’m found

i am thrown on the fire
i am the crackle in the night
i will always burn
but not without a fight

 

Vengeance is Mine

Move on.
Let go.
Live well.
Headline your own show.

Drop toxic.
Choose good.
Forget the score.
Do what you should.

The crowds paid to see
What and who YOU are.
You are the talent.
You’re the brilliant star.

Those extras didn’t have chops
They only ever clung
Hangers on, haters gone
It was your name brightly hung

Don’t apologize
For putting yourself first.
Where would they put themselves
If the situation reversed?

Girl, bye.

Kneel

You tried to take a bite
Outta my ripped-up chest
But you didn’t expect my heart
To start over beyond arrest

This heart bites back
King-Kong and savage breast
This organ’s on fire
Sharp teeth and hot protest

Underestimated
Decimated
Halfway hated
Unabated

Still beating
Never retreating
Resolve concreting
Done competing

You can’t kill a thing
That has a life all its own
This heart could topple buildings
Take on the world alone

Break these chains
Swat down planes
Swallow old pains
Stitch these veins

Back from the dead
Alive and on the prowl
Climb to the top of my life
Deep-bellied, fierce flung howl

My turn.

Monster muscle
Full of fury
Impatient for love
Heart’s in a hurry

Scoop up affection
Stare at its silvery shape
Wonder what it’s like
To be anything but an ape

I’ve waited too long to be worshipped.
Kneel.

Solar

You can’t extinguish the sun
With any amount of rain
This sun’s on fire
Eternal lasting flame

If you tried to put out this star
With water from all the oceans
I would just burn brighter
With hydrogen explosions

I can’t stop shining
I was born to do it
I’ll decide when my time has come
I’m the one going through it

Stars come and go
Born and eventual collapse
But how brilliant was I
Between that interlapse

I won’t always rise in the sky
Just simply enjoy the day
For now I haven’t found my night
In my perpetual decay

When I go you’ll know
It won’t be sad or grey
You’ll ride my waves, mark my graves
Worship my erupting display

I. AM. THE. SUN.
I awaken these dark worlds
Exhaust the cost to find what’s lost
And polish these old pearls

Sideways

This is a repost. Still like it.


There was a tentative crab
Crawling out to sun.
Dodging surf,
Sideways and unsure.

I could barely see
Against the sea,
But once I found him,
I couldn’t lose his shiny-gray body.

My head half-buried in the sand.
Body unmoved. Just my eyes.
And the light felt silvery as the sun was falling.
And my skin felt brown and warm in the silver.

GrayCrab skittered about, back and forth,
Picking up dark blades and sea offerings.
But then, he disappeared
As quickly as the shore.

Down his hole,
Back to his underground palace
Filled with treasure, shells, spells,
Beach snail friends, and wonderful tales.

See you later.