I first learned about Haiku — a Japanese form of poetry — when I was in the second grade. I remember being fascinated by the rigid structure — three lines, 5-7-5 syllables — and simple structure. As a part of that class work, I wrote the following: Swaying blooming rose Red rose sways blooms wind…
These two limericks were written in my diary on April 19, 1981. Yes, I am aware they don’t make much sense. 😉 There once was a very cool cot Who was always smoking pot He was so high He thought he could fly But now he is forgot Many people don’t know if Or why…
Written Feb. 26, 1992. Paradise is space to grow to expand to soar like a bird wind in my hair in my wings in my sails pushing me along the sea Paradise is the warmth of the sun caressing my skin gently freedom to be anything I want including nothing Paradise is the sweet taste…
Written the summer of 1984 in reaction to losing my Grandmother. I found out just before leaving for the airport to be an exchange student in England. By the time I returned 9 weeks later, everyone else had had a chance to attend the funeral, find closure and move on. I hadn’t. It took me…
Written Feb. 24, 1992. High upon a mountain my heart waits for you chained to a rock like Faye awaiting Kong Then they come picking and rending pieces of my heart They fly away like vultures with bits of Promethean liver hanging from their mouths I endure For how can I not? Like a modern…
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…
This poem was written February 8, 1991. A soul tormented filled with desire he cannot fulfill Filled with love he cannot express for in that moment when the teeth pierce the life flow and in a wave of passion pain and fear he destroys that which he love and desires the most To satiate the…
This poem was written Friday, Nov. 7, 1980, when I was in Junior High. The first draft was written in my diary, after an entry in which I expressed my frustration of not having a boyfriend. Oh! How I long for thee For thy unknown caress Thy warmth one with my own. To share a…
Written February 28, 1991. Be my daddy and take care of me Be my lover and love me Be my brother Be my friend Be my everything Let me be who I am Who I want to be and tell me what to do Set me free and chain me with you love I will…
This poem was written Feb. 8, 1991. At the time I had a crush on one of my co-workers, a compact, handsome Indian man named Sanjay. He had the cutest nose! I wrote quite a few poems while I had that crush, and Sanjay will always have a special place in my heart. Your lips…