This poem was written in 1983, inspired by my senior ring, which had a blue spinal stone because my favorite color is blue. It was published in the Spring 1984 issue of Metanoia, the Montgomery High School creative writing magazine.
Blue Spinal,
Spiral me down,
down to the depths of
your ocean.
I see everything in you.
The future.
The past.
Even the present is hidden
in you. All your facets
make up a maze.
I’m lost in your haze
of blue.
This poem, published at poetry.com, was written in 1992 after finding out a friend of mine got together with someone I had had a crush on for a long time. I was O.K. with it but it still hurt. This poem was part of my healing process. Now I know why the wolf howls at…
Would you believe I wrote this haiku in time for last Wednesday’s post but just forgot to post it? It was a crazy week. A big, fat smile Works its way across my face What a cheeky dog! Originally posted on 52 Haiku
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…
A fear bubbles forth A spider of self loathing Slam it with a book
Written in 1983, this poem was en experiment in a syllable structured poetry. Each section follows a 4-6-2 pattern. In addition, this poem is related to a short story I wrote for a class. I no longer have it as my teacher lost it. Too bad … I really liked that story. There was a…
Written in 1985. I’m in a box. I’ve been here a long time. There’s no way out. All eight corners are the same. All six sides have been scrutinized. I stare in hopes that I might see something new. Maybe there are pores with minute creatures living inside. If I look long enough maybe I…