My shadow marks and fades
Much like my sense of self
Sleepy it blinks
As clouds drift by
No shape of “me” is left
-a.r.
Beach Shadow by Rob Wilson
Phantom Poems
•May 3, 2014 • 2 CommentsSome days
When I’m sitting still
A poem makes itself
Inside my mind
Composing
Those days
The meter forms itself
While fingers tap
On ghostly keys
They’re playing
-a.r.
Ghost piano, photographer unknown
Meditation Mingle
•May 2, 2014 • 2 CommentsSometimes
When I sit outside
Especially in the spring
It is difficult to tell
Which is breath
And which is breeze
-a.r.
Breeze by Dima Dmitriev
She’s Free
•May 2, 2014 • Leave a CommentYesterday I saved a bumblebee
As she fought a window pane
I felt her plight
To spite her might
The glass would not give way
She could see the colors blooming
Feel the springtime gaining ground
She wanted out
But did not know how
‘Till I led her the long way ’round
-a.r.
Bumble-bee by FrantisekSpurny, on deviantART.com
(Un)Fastened
•April 30, 2014 • Leave a CommentSafety pins
Not really safe
Too easily come undone
Like love affairs
With pressure slight
Ignored and they draw blood
-a.r.
Prickly II by BrokenFayth on deviantART
Reposted because I had a run in with a safety pin last night, left open by my lover.
Us
•April 29, 2014 • 2 CommentsHolding death,
I said, without logic,
“I hate
That she is out there
Cold, dark, alone,
Under all that dirt.”
You replied, without reason,
“She loved
Sleeping in small, dark,
Quiet spaces,
She’ll be okay.”
You simply joined me,
Sincerely,
Without hesitation,
I knew then,
That some part of us
Had survived.
–a.r.
Drawing by EVEV on deviantART.com
Goodbye
•April 27, 2014 • 2 CommentsToday I did not hate you, little one. I found you dying and held you in my arms until it was over. Today I hated suffering and death. Rest in peace little Annabelle, you were a sweet girl. I am grateful that you did not die alone.
As many times
It made me
Sing
My God
Impermanence
Still sires a sting
– A.R.
My little cat Annabelle passed away today suddenly. It is going to be a hard day for this family.
Formed Not Fixed
•April 25, 2014 • 1 CommentI have been playing with the #tweetkuchallenge on Twitter. Here are some of my haikus, inspired by their daily prompt, idea or word. They are not perfect form, but I had fun. Happy Poetry Month.
Brotherly love
An empty motto without
My hand extended
You brag
To friends while I gather
Shattered pieces
It is time to play
With fortune and my future
Bet it all on odd
My optimism
Is only me holding my
Pessimism lightly
No organizing
Us, only observations
Of ghosts floating by
You gave a flower
Made from yellow pipe cleaner
Formed not fixed, thank you
-a.r.
Gathering
•April 24, 2014 • Leave a CommentA spring breeze
Gathering
Bites and bumps
Goosing my skin
Battling the sun
For ownership
Of this flesh I’m in
Stirring my psyche
Swirling my self
Around its fingers
Wickedly twisting
The towering trees
Bending beside me
Just enough to release
Their creaking
Sing-song screaming
Like joint and bone
From sitting too long
Still I stay, still
Changing with the wind
Breathing together
Until I am gathered
Made whole
Once again
-a.r.
Ill Omen by Frances MacNair
Poetry Speaking
•April 23, 2014 • Leave a CommentI wrote this two years ago near the beginning of the public sharing of my poetry. It still speaks to me. Happy Poetry Month.
Look at me
Read my words
Fold me up
Place me
In your back pocket
Or your shirt
Closer
To your vital organs
Or crumple me
Throw me
In the trash bin
Either way
I will still be here
Giving you words
Of (dis)comfort, strength
Waiting for you
To notice
Something valuable
To you
From me
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