Beginnings and endings.

December 31, 2011 § 10 Comments

Beginnings can be kind:
the first raindrop, the sun rising,
first green shoot that signals

Endings can also be kind:
a lull in the rain, the orange sunset
skies, the scatter-art of
autumn leaves.

We make so much of our
beginnings and endings, clinging
to wakefulness, dreading our sleep,
blind to the beauty of cycles.

Rain gives way to sunshine, day
to night, spring to autumn.
We but, sit and observe.
Or get caught up in cycles
and lead the life we always loathed.



December 28, 2011 § 6 Comments

How much does it
take to being yourSelf?

Funny feet, pink glasses,
kohl smeared eyes,
palms like a fifth grader,
and unmanageable hair.

How much does it
take to being yourSelf?

Dear Joe.

December 25, 2011 § 6 Comments

Dear Joe,
This is not a newsletter.
This is not a call for submissions.
This is not an advertisement for planning a trip.
This is not an ancient joke.
Or an exhortation to live each day as if it’s your last.
I don’t want you to pass this on to ten other people because they’re special.
Or because if you dont do it, you’d be cursed.
This is not an invitation to buy real estate.

This is a letter. Dear Joe.
The computer did not fill in your name. I did.
It is adressed specifically to you, and no one is bcc’ed.

It’s not fan mail, either.
Though i did like that piece of poetry you wrote last week.
I’m not after your advice or help or money.
There is absolutely no reason for this message.

I’m sorry if it’s boring, but there is no attachment. Not even a photo of my cat.
No links i want you to click on.
Though i read a book you might enjoy reading.
And i wrote another piece of random poetry titled ‘untitled’.
And there’s this new cafe just down the road that you’d love.

Its just that i’m thinking of you.
I want to know how you are, how your family are, if they’re okay.
What you’ve been doing lately that isn’t on Facebook.
And what did you do on Christmas? Did you go out, get drunk? Or cuddled somoene, in bed?

It sounds needy, yeah. I know you’re busy.
And i dont like to say this.
But if i dont take the risk and make it explicit, you might never know.
I miss you.
So would you take a moment to send a few lines and just say Hi?!

Sorrow- Haiku.

December 20, 2011 § 8 Comments

You can contain only that
much joy in you, as much as
sorrow you’ve been living with.


December 18, 2011 § 8 Comments

Sometimes you can just walk away
You just have to let go,
You just have to never look back
You just have to sit back and watch the show.


You just have to surrender
You just have to give in,
You just have to embrace what you have
You just have to let the other one win.


December 16, 2011 § 4 Comments

I can think of this instead of that.
I can choose him over him.

I would not be a nomad here, or there.
I would not stay caught up in my thoughts or yours.

I may walk off instead of staying the night.
I may tease you, while i am jealous.

I could ditch her or you.
I could run away and never go.

I will lie down and yet sit up.
I will cut it short and bicker about it.

I might understand and kill you.
I might love you and cut you in pieces.

All of it, and more.
Because i am layered.
Are you?


December 14, 2011 § 2 Comments

If my tears soak this barren land
would it grow a sheltering tree?
Or a fancy tree-house
clasped in a shrub of violet flowers?
Or a heap load of beautiful
green grass that will tingle my feet?
Or a corner cafe with chocolate
and a friend i can trust?

Where Am I?

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