There's risk, and then there's risk.
So, seeing as the Great Harddrive Crash of March 2008 took with it several of what I consider my half-decent poems, I have decided to stop hiding them away on my computer with nary a back-up copy anywhere. What this means for anyone who actually looks at this page is that you must suffer the horror of my dreadful poetry. Avert your eyes if you must, I apologize profusely in advance.
Staring at the Sun
I have a picture of you
Standing before the sun
Setting or rising, who could
Know - but She is brilliant
And you are the
Dark side of the moon
And I can see your face
The sun bleaches out
The beach, the mountain
I don’t remember where
We were
In this liminal space
Day and night,
Dark and Light
Your hair is a flaming halo
I cannot look too close
Perhaps, when I was behind
The camera,
I could not see you at all
Not at all
In the blazing fire
In the photograph
In this empty room
Full of dry ghosts and fragged
Mementos
Your face is exquisite detail
I can see the shadow of your
Eyelashes-
The tip of your cat tongue
Against glinting teeth
The shell of your ear
Is a model of the red moon rising
Or falling
Reflected in your eyes
I can’t remember when
You smiled
You laughed
You let me take your picture
I don’t remember having
a camera
Was it the one, grey and cracked
You found behind the old
Parasol, bitten by moths
Smelling of cedar and
Granddad’s cologne
In the closet, forgotten
Given up on being found?
Or was that me?
Your picture burns my eyes
Staring at the sun
In my head, Mom scolds
You’ll burn your eyes
But I cannot look away
From the dark corona
Of you, a human eclipse
Smiling, and saying
Come with me
I thought that trip would last
As long as the sun is old
Eternity
Or something like it
I guess I didn’t notice
The end of days
And now I have only
Photographs, faded and worn
To remind me
How hot the sun once burned
Staring at the Sun
I have a picture of you
Standing before the sun
Setting or rising, who could
Know - but She is brilliant
And you are the
Dark side of the moon
And I can see your face
The sun bleaches out
The beach, the mountain
I don’t remember where
We were
In this liminal space
Day and night,
Dark and Light
Your hair is a flaming halo
I cannot look too close
Perhaps, when I was behind
The camera,
I could not see you at all
Not at all
In the blazing fire
In the photograph
In this empty room
Full of dry ghosts and fragged
Mementos
Your face is exquisite detail
I can see the shadow of your
Eyelashes-
The tip of your cat tongue
Against glinting teeth
The shell of your ear
Is a model of the red moon rising
Or falling
Reflected in your eyes
I can’t remember when
You smiled
You laughed
You let me take your picture
I don’t remember having
a camera
Was it the one, grey and cracked
You found behind the old
Parasol, bitten by moths
Smelling of cedar and
Granddad’s cologne
In the closet, forgotten
Given up on being found?
Or was that me?
Your picture burns my eyes
Staring at the sun
In my head, Mom scolds
You’ll burn your eyes
But I cannot look away
From the dark corona
Of you, a human eclipse
Smiling, and saying
Come with me
I thought that trip would last
As long as the sun is old
Eternity
Or something like it
I guess I didn’t notice
The end of days
And now I have only
Photographs, faded and worn
To remind me
How hot the sun once burned