Lord, so much time between posts... Bad poet blogger!! Well, there was some busy-ness to blame. And also the week where I was laid up with bronchitis - coughing on the couch listening the Mets lose on the radio for days... I wrote two bronchitis-themed poems, but I will spare my readers from them. Here are two that I *hope* have more merit...
Full Moon Spring
Full moon drops its needle
on the record of my dreams
and lusty angst plays over on repeat.
Full moon drops its needle
on my unmarked skin
and carves a sweet song
that my voice can’t sing.
Moon filled up and rose last night
so winter fell away
now trees are bursting buds
and morning’s air
is breathing damp and hot.
Oh how the seasons stir
our blood and branches
we pulse and photosynthesize
in nature’s time.
Of Mouths and Mice
My great hungry mouth consumes it all
such appetite, I breathe gently so
I don’t rip flowers from their stems
I speak softly and say little
so I don’t disturb the trees -
Oh who could handle me if I
crushed mountains with my thunder
or sneezed a careless deadly tidal wave?
Sometimes I feel like I’m a fearsome giant
who just wants to be loved by paper mice.
Full Moon Spring
Full moon drops its needle
on the record of my dreams
and lusty angst plays over on repeat.
Full moon drops its needle
on my unmarked skin
and carves a sweet song
that my voice can’t sing.
Moon filled up and rose last night
so winter fell away
now trees are bursting buds
and morning’s air
is breathing damp and hot.
Oh how the seasons stir
our blood and branches
we pulse and photosynthesize
in nature’s time.
Of Mouths and Mice
My great hungry mouth consumes it all
such appetite, I breathe gently so
I don’t rip flowers from their stems
I speak softly and say little
so I don’t disturb the trees -
Oh who could handle me if I
crushed mountains with my thunder
or sneezed a careless deadly tidal wave?
Sometimes I feel like I’m a fearsome giant
who just wants to be loved by paper mice.
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