Consider it
a good sign
when someone
ridicules
your dream
or
your effort;
if it brings
no one to jeer,
it’s hardly
outrageous
enough
to make
a difference.
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Poems you might love:
Month: February 2020
Growth
You either
grow
flowers
or
weeds,
and you only
have so much
water.
Firestone Friday: Poem XVII
I think
we reject
our exes
because our
romantic relationships
offer the most
intimate look
at humanity,
and we’d rather
believe exes
are broken
than concede
that it is
the human heart
— individually and collectively —
that is repulsive.
On Grief
Of course,
we suffer agony
when we lose someone;
how can you not,
when something
crawls out of your heart,
tears through your chest,
and sinks, blood-soaked,
into the soft earth?
On Drinking
How
are you
my
steaming mug
of coffee,
my
hot-day
lemonade,
and my
whiskey
on the rocks?
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Poems you might love:
Safe
Do we connect
with lovers
because we
feel safe,
at least,
while they
hold us
gently
in their mouths?
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XVII
You are a radiant paradox,
making me to
cherish the memory
of the past
and the potential
of the future,
being the calm
in my storm
and the storm
in my calm.
Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XII
Music is a formed space
and lyrics, the beaten door,
when I hear a song played
I’m thrown onto its floor.
And, without authority,
I’m made to recall,
where I was and what I felt
when I first was made to fall.
Thrown back into the room
where my olden thoughts were sketched,
turned about by dancing memories,
I fell forward and I retched.
Movement
With a thousand poems,
I try to tell you
how I feel about you,
but, with every failed lyric,
it’s clearer that
my passion
can only be expressed
with movement.
Space for Expression
But what is a relationship
without the freedom
of self-expression?
If you so smother
your partner
that she cannot
be herself,
you have lost your partner,
and she, truly,
should lose hers.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings 