I don't post these often, but...why not? Written for an exercise in my creative writing class. We had to find a piece of artwork that spoke to us and write a poem about it. The artwork is "The Red Shirt Mystery" by Darlene Hamilton, a contract designer for Disney.

( winnie the pooh and piglet too )

you give me too much love

i’m afraid i can only keep some of it.
the excess i will spread on my biscuit
and eat for breakfast.

a love poem for summer

i.

this sun-drenched heat is the warm thought of you.
your smile, your laughter, your glance, and your touch are the beads of sweat
that i can’t keep from forming a ( Read more... )

The Tin Man Considers the Legs of Kansas Women

They’re not pale. They’re an almost-sandy color;

not quite red and not quite brown, but perhaps somewhere

in between. “It’s from the dust,” Dorothy says, and

she kindly chooses not to ask him to stop looking at her legs.

erotic cheesecake poem

I’m single and I like it, because

I can bring home an erotic ( Read more... )

Ghazal of the Nutcracker Prince

He swallows the smell of Christmas pine and it dizzies him-
Much more medical than the scent of candies and dance.

His legs are stiff and uncomfortable and his arms are solid.

He longs for fluid motion, for leaps, and sways, and dance.

He cannot feel the magic in wood and red paint; the ugly red-

Not the red of ( Read more... )

I will not mourn the migraines, resulted from

the constant scratch and burrow of fingers on temple

and scalp.

I shall not miss the biting of lip, or the constant

welling of frustrated tears in the dips and corners of straining,

blood-shot eyes.

I’ll not long to be stuck on one sentence that never seems

to end, twisting and rambling and convoluting ( Read more... )

Nothing matters more

than

a pair of big brown blinking

eyes

hidden beneath a wet

mass

of tangled, untamed black

curls.

Her straps, undone; the buckles gleaming

brass against the dirty blue denim.

She spits on the ground, unladylike, and not

at all the little girl who kissed your nose

at night, leaving crimson traces of failed attempts

at applying mother’s ( Read more... )

Title: HEAVY and other poems 
Rating: PG-13
These are a bunch of poems written for my creative project on Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath. I'm presenting them today...so wish me luck! I hate presentations. ><

The Apostle Contemplates Returning to the Cave

When he sits in the woods, alone and restless,

every tree he sees becomes a dead body,

limbs ( Read more... )

Title: HEAVY and other poems 
Rating: PG-13
These are a bunch of poems written for my creative project on Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath. I'm presenting them today...so wish me luck! I hate presentations. ><

Before

Before,

they made love like they

were perpetually virgins.

She smiled and laughed against his lips

when he kissed her;

each touch felt ( Read more... )

Title: HEAVY and other poems 
Rating: PG-13
These are a bunch of poems written for my creative project on Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath. I'm presenting them today...so wish me luck! I hate presentations. ><

Salt

They knew to save themselves,

to escape together before the land was

destroyed

torn

dug up

and set ablaze.

They knew to pack what they needed

for ( Read more... )