I don't know that I've ever really gone back and edited any of my poetry before, but I stumbled on this by chance tonight and took the opportunity to tighten it up considerably. This is less to say that it is brilliant now and more to say that there was a lot of really obvious junk in the last version and I am much happier with it now. I believe I ( Read more... )

~ Waiting ( Read more... )

She carried the bowls
She sang in a tree
She carried the bowls
And forgot about me

She carried the bowls
The bowls that were cups
She carried the bowls that were cups for the tea
The tea that she held
As she sang in the tree

 I haven't been posting too regularly, but I started writing a poem today during chorus using a line that came into my head earlier today and livejournal is my place for working on poetry. So here I am ( Read more... )

~Blood ( Read more... )

I wrote a poem the other day in probably less than five minutes. We had just visited one of the few remaining plots of old-growth forest in the region and back at the homestead house there was a traveling poetry shed thing. It was a semi-open little hut that had strings along the walls with sheets of paper clipped to them and a large supply of ( Read more... )

I keep finding poems that I had forgotten about, or else deciding to share ones whose existence I had previously decided to ignore. Thus, the 'one last high school poem' is actually two last high school poems. One is rather better than the other, though I have mixed feelings on both. I'm mostly sharing them because it has gotten to the point where ( Read more... )

I just found another poem. I had entirely forgotten about it and thought that it was from relatively recently when I found it, but the 'last saved/modified' date was 2008. Upon further reflection, I believe that I wrote this while at Pilgrim Lodge in '08 as a nanny. The ending was always unsatisfactory, however, so I have altered the last word or ( Read more... )

Rushing Water
surging
Falling
seaward bound

an Idea
we sway the flow
to tame the rush
and make our belted wheels dance

Brick by Brick
we build the mill-life
together as community
our culture thrives

Rushing years
changing
Falling
left behind

an Idea
we awaken the emptiness
to save the mill-life
and make our brick walls new

Door by Door
we bring the dance
uniting as ( Read more... )

 Here's a poem I wrote in response to a poem by Brenda as well as the comments that followed it between Brenda and Steph. It is also an attempt to express something that I have always perceived about Brenda and that has always fascinated me. So, the 'you' in the poem is decidedly Brenda. I don't feel like I can take full credit for it - since the ( Read more... )