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Saturday, January 14th, 2006
3:56 pm
I came to look at this journal and saw that it's been almost two YEARS since I updated. That's just far too long. I still really like the idea of a poetry journal. I just haven't done it.

So I'll wing something here.Collapse )
Thursday, January 6th, 2005
6:20 pm
In that crystal-thin gray light
where swarms of memories bite
nothing is lost or harmed.

days pile into soft, cold drifts of years,
unmarked by grief
unmaimed, unblemished
undone.

The sky behind the thin gray fingers of trees
the sun behind the sky
time behind the sun
the years drift and swirl on
forgotten and remembered
tears clinging to a baby’s lashes
perfect, still
forever unbroken.

1-2-04
Tuesday, December 28th, 2004
1:08 pm
cold trail
The broken face of the moon
sails above mountains of glass
stares through the bars of trees
sinks to restless sleep
on tattered furs of coral cloud.

Restless and fever-bright
to rise in the dead night
and restlessly pace the sky
racing the jets of morning
cold on the trail.
Monday, October 25th, 2004
3:14 pm
the nerve haiku
grasshopper nerve-ends
kicked up like fire in weeds
the smoke screen fools garter snakes.
Monday, October 18th, 2004
10:45 am
Without a doubt it would be clean
like hunger in the clouds
like perfect steel
a stone-whisked blade
like virgin’s blood.

Anonymous as a nameless poet
as history without parchment
without tribal memory
without voices.

as clean, and nameless,
as that.
Friday, October 15th, 2004
11:56 am
Amelia
What makes us spin
like leaves on the wind
how do our feet leave the ground?

We are flightless creatures. Gravid.
but never can the ground
hold us
never is time the sun
to our wax wings

we cannot be kept
from the sky…
Thursday, October 14th, 2004
8:24 am
A stone’s throw away
weeping willows wave in the wind
shadows crawl, cool
across the ground.

unearthed in the sky,
platinum clouds abandon us slowly

leaving us to the clear, endless
merciless blue.
Wednesday, October 13th, 2004
12:38 pm
The Lifeguard
One of my favorite poems of all time is The Lifeguard by James Dickey. I ran across a quote from it recently, and although I hadn’t read it since my freshman college lit class nearly 13 years ago, I still remembered it vividly. It’s that moving.

I found it online here. (I’m not sure how I feel about the site it’s on, but I’m glad I found the poem.) What an amazing poem. If I ever write something that shimmeringly evocative, I will have accomplished my poetic dreams.

I must admit, though, that it’s a little less emotionally shattering than I remember it. Maybe I’ve changed since I read it last. The beauty of Dickey’s language creates a slight, silvery remoteness, whereas I prefer an intimate feel in most poetry. Still, it’s fantastic. I want to get a book of his poems for Christmas.

Current Mood: moved
9:41 am
time, when it is done with me
forgets. And I do.

what is it to remember?

death remembers everything
everything, each curve of cheek
each breath.
he has a whisper
for it all

I watch him take
our heroes, their lovers
in threes, and more.

I burn with jealousy:
everyone knows him
he is courted, feted
glorified, admired

he flatters and loves the pathetic and hopeless
charms the most unattainable
the most beloved
takes them all

but even he won’t take me.
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