My attention flits like a housefly
But I am learning to let it rest
The way the fly begins to linger
The closer it gets to death
— April Resnick
Alert Fly, by Jacek Yerka
Life Cycle
•August 28, 2013 • 2 CommentsSummer Extinction Event
•August 27, 2013 • Leave a CommentRiding tricera-bike and scooter-saur
Silly story crafted while we swing
A giant beach ball boulder game
After a ride on pterodactyl wing
A prehistoric potty break
Toilet paper turned to giant leaves
Red rock fruit and Loch Ness water
Bone butter and a side of mini-mammal cheese
Wait, I see a shadow overhead
Comet Copper Beech is coming
Homework ash clouds will rain down
Cooling the warmth of summer sunning
With prehistory over
Winter wonderland will soon begin
We’ll trade our reptile hides for space suits
And bundled up moonwalks to school again
— April Resnick
Mother Earth, Mother Dinosaur, by Hallelujah Truth
Catch and Release
•August 26, 2013 • Leave a CommentTombstones line the mountain’s face
Like rows of planted pines
A temporary sense of permanence
We like to think unmoved by time
But trees and tombstones topple
Lakes and lochs they rise and fall
And we will pass more quickly
Though we pretend to outlive all
Like catching newts and holding them
We let life crawl between our hands
But soon we choose a kind release
A child returning life back to the land
So pull me near as night descends
A family around the fire
Let’s eat and drink and whisper sweet
Before these wondrous days expire
— April Resnick
Locust Lake State Park, by Adam Resnick
Adrift
•August 19, 2013 • 2 CommentsI am untethered
A green globe drifting, floating
Party balloon of the gods
Foiled favor gone too far, let go
Having given up the ghost
Denied the host
A proper gift, goodbye
I will not be played with
POP!
— April Resnick
Green Balloon, by Tonya Engel
Average Children (repost)
•August 17, 2013 • Leave a CommentI feel sorry for the little ones,
That evoke not one response,
For I birth and love them just the same,
As those that gather praise at once.
I am always glad I held them,
Especially those that show no skill,
For even they reflect some part of me,
When writing nothing never will.
— April Resnick
Writing Home by Daniel Gerhartz
I decided perhaps to repost some older poems, for people who are newly following my blog. But I will repost based on current feelings, struggles, events in my life. Currently I am learning a lot about myself and my writing by writing down every poem that comes to me (published or not) because even the “bad” ones lead me somewhere.
Numb
•August 16, 2013 • Leave a CommentMeditation in the dentist chair
While my face goes numb
The only tool that I possess
To keep me from going on the run
I feel my legs stick to the plastic
My heart is racing, heavy tongue
The piped in pop song taunting me
Yes it’s Friday, and at the moment NOT in love
The nerves along my lips and chin
Equal parts creeping and vibrating
Hell! I might be biting off my cheek
Heart rate slowed, fear not abating
It’s hard to feel the breath beneath my nose
With my upper lip anesthetized
Footsteps behind, instruments aligned
Throw my head back, it’s drilling time
Details are much more crystallized
My bite too small they prop it up
Newly noticed sounds and aches and smells
Surprising comfort from a hand in glove
Now I’m sipping coffee through a straw
Trying not to drool, or chew my tongue
Home at last, my trigger passed
I did not escape, dissociate, and I am glad…
…that it is done
— April Resnick
The Dentist, by Sir John Lavery
Meditation: An Intimate Act
•August 14, 2013 • Leave a CommentAn article I wrote for another blogger, author, meditator, Glenn Wallis. He is a mentor who I respect very much. Enjoy.
http://speculativenonbuddhism.com/2013/08/13/meditation-an-intimate-act/#comment-19156
Raining, by Diego Fernandez
Here is a link to the original poem, the form is a little different: https://sometimesihatemycat.com/2013/01/30/sensitive-to-the-whole/
Quake
•August 13, 2013 • 2 CommentsSomething is happening
Is it the same old something
That delivers us daily from
One moment to the next
Except that we never notice
Too afraid to see the ever-changing
Slow drift of our own continent
Or is this a new movement of earth
Far beyond tectonic shifting
Plates and poles reversing
Proper axis denied
A pressure wave portending
Change causing near vomit
Ears to ring, life to spin conversely
Am I safe, sound
Or will the solid ground
Undulate beneath my feet
Wild walls creaking pictures falling
Wine glasses clinking and singing out
Their cracking into each other
Nothing left unshaken
Or is this boredom, mediocrity
Having its wily way with me
–April Resnick
Broken, by Anne Diggory
Faith vs Works
•August 12, 2013 • Leave a CommentI cannot write
You cannot make me
Damn it!
It is written
–A.R.
Articles of Faith, series of photographs by Dave Jordano
http://www.davejordano.com/index.php#mi=2&pt=1&pi=10000&s=0&p=0&a=2&at=0
(I found this scribbled in a corner of one of my notebooks from years ago. I think I authored it, but who’s to say where the inspiration came from. I very well could have gotten the idea from another poet or a fellow writer in my class. )
Transmission
•August 11, 2013 • Leave a CommentStandard gears are grinding down
A possible momentum shift
Feeling but not forcing them
That is the trick
Now isn’t it?
— April Resnick
Photograph from when Volkswagen experimented with four-wheel drive technology during WWII
http://ranwhenparked.net/2013/02/06/a-look-at-the-experimental-four-wheel-drive-volkswagen-bus/
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