Monday, March 31, 2008
In Transit
the vastness of potential
my life spreads before me
each path a silken web of choice
but I have no need to tread lightly
for I am the spider.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Cold Camera
takes a picture alright
but just a picture
because it can only see with photons
and flashes of electricity.
We see the picture
because we record the scene
in our memory.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
The First Hippie
-and he was a saint-
traveled on the fifth crusade
as the only true Christian
and did more to make the land holy
than the blood of a thousand Turks.
And brought more to bring peace
covered in sores
brought on a stretcher
than an army of ruddy youth
on horseback.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
The Middle Ages
people stuck in a great intellectual rut
where nothing new was created,
crafted,
or discovered.
I find that I am wrong
and during my middle age
I hope I do the same.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Change
my nose catches a new scent
riddling through a haze of contentment.
It comes from somewhere new-
and familiar at the same time.
I don't know where it comes from,
but I like it-
and both fear and hope
that it leads me on.
Change is in the air.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Roads
When I think about the paths I've left
paved with broken promises
I wish that it was enough just to be
and not to do.
Deep down I know
that it is impossible to be
until you've done.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
A Million Poets
How many poets
artists and writers
have lived
and died
with silenced pen
and invisible brush
because they never
learned how
to plaster their souls
on a blank page?
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Time
As relative as daylight savings
where a single finger
can turn back
or forward
the cosmos
for an hour
or a day
or an eternity?
We forget that seconds where not made for man
we just thought up something to call them.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Mermorials
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Golfballs
Friday, March 14, 2008
Reed
Strip me of my flesh
plunge me
into the river
to soften my bones
so that you may bend me
through, around, and across
my brothers
and my sisters
without breaking.
All that so we
can help you carry
fruit, roots, and keepsakes
from place to place-
Do baskets still grow?
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Friendship
When we went to Zion
a rare zodiac
painted its streamer
across the desert night sky.
An argument launched a race
panting to the top of Angel's Landing
and you won.
But hope
is a teasing mistress.
Birthday brought
a painting
entitled
Friendship
OK
I can take a hint.
It's nice to be friends.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Global Kiss
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Void
Nothing seems to come today
too occupied by thought.
I could recount the story
of a Nepalese man
who might be shady,
or talk of a power struggle
gone South.
But both would be
without emotion
like I feel now
But I have a promise to fulfill.
Monday, March 10, 2008
A Rhyming One Today
I've caught the word
that people think
My poems I cannot rhyme.
So I respond
with verses sweet
To quiet those that snide.
The truth be told
In lyrics I
Began my first attempt
At forcing thoughts
to fit the mold
of grammar so unkempt.
We squeeze them yes,
these verbal queues,
to end with sounds the same.
I can do that
I will indeed
It's just a game to participate in.
The non-rhyming ones are just so much cooler sometimes.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Snowflake
Every snowflake
needs a place to start
a tiny floating speck
to kick things off.
Pseudomonas
turn out to play a role
oft times
in this nucleation.
A bacteria!
Becomes a seed
so you can ski
and dams have jobs.
Think about that next time
you catch the first snowflake of winter
in your mouth.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Chaco
Chaco Canyon-
the center of a universe,
I wish I could take you there.
You would understand me
so much better.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Creativity
I hope
that if I were to place
a firecracker into my brain
with a lit fuse
until my thoughts
splattered through my ears
like a muddy geyser
onto a page
that it would look
just like
this.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Sucks to My As-mar!
You had the worst asthma
(Mom explained)
not Troy
we bought our first breathing machine for you
and drove an hour to Boulder
to visit Dr. Bach
the allergist.
Nice story
She must be mistaken though
because I am strong
and don't need an allergist.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Thermal Time
Winter wheat-
like a molding fuzz
you frost the hills.
A green surprise beneath the thaw,
how do you breath
under choking whiteness
and bitter nights
to meet the reaper
for an early harvest?
Thermal time
you answer.
My days are degrees above
and my nights below
a threshold for growth
I take heat when I can
to make my leaves
and my fruit.
Ah,
thank you for that advice,
because I need to grow too
and only get three vacation days
for each quarter.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Dry Clean Only
Monday, March 3, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Pretzel
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Love?
Take my breath away
like a kick in the stomach
-viscously-
when I'm not expecting it
And when I am on the ground
tell me the things that I long to hear
the promises I can't make
impose on me.
Then drag me by my hair
to a chapel of broken hearts
bend my knee
and take my soul.
Isn't that what love is all about?