Anxious music

The music in the waiting room
is filled with anticipation,
like the sound track of a video game
on a constant loop.
It caresses my nerves
against the grain.
It sweetly keeps me on edge.

The music in the waiting room
is filled with anticipation,
like the sound track of a video game
on a constant loop.
It caresses my nerves
against the grain.
It sweetly keeps me on edge.
Here’s my haiku for the week: Birds twitter outside Light floods through my window blinds But I am still cold Originally posted on 52 Haiku
This poem comes from my writing journal. It is more a random thought than a poem, but is poetic in nature so I share it here. The death of a loved one lingers at my side like the specter of memories not to be. It’s not that I wish to forget them, but if I…
This poem is an exercise in creating scenes with strong sensory information. Breathe. Fill your nostrils with the smokey scent of your neighbor’s barbecue. Breathe. Listen to the rustle of pine needles brushing against each-other in the breeze. Breathe. Soak in the starlight slowly spinning in the dark blue sky. Breathe. Fill yourself with the…
Today I’m writing about tanka for my Examiner.com column. So I thought I’d write a sample tanka because I can’t seem to find the one I wrote when I was doing a report on poetry in the 5th grade. Here is what I came up with: I pick up her bowl and recall her furry…
A fear bubbles forth A spider of self loathing Slam it with a book
This poem was an experiment … pushing my comfort level with expressing sexual desire. It was written February 20, 1991. Let my lips enfold you like petals about the stamen Let my hand caress you like the ocean caresses the shore Let my eye behold you more beautiful than a Rembrandt Your touch is like…