We are all well.
Imagine our surprise,
when our poor mother
was sent off
with bad news,
and never came back
for the truth…
(“rewritten” using bits and pieces of prose from the novel itself)
Poetry – Pride and Prejudice Rewrite
short poetry
Poetry – Unicorn Toilet Dreams
Outwit by sleep,
somewhere between dreaming
and awake –
I pick out a unicorn
drinking from a toilet
among the ribbons
of candid snapshots
winding around my head
like cinema still frames.
Poetry – On Chasing Adventure
Doubtless,
the best
has yet to be said
of his wanderings.
Writing of his life
in seclusion,
he says:
Nothing
is more beautiful
than home.
Poetry – Affectionate Anxiety
Oh, affectionate anxiety
the future of those
dependent on self-denial
still trembles
under the quiet twilight
of a fading summer
Poetry – Money for Liberty
(I wrote this new little poem the other day and have had a hard time deciding if it should just be shortened to contain the first stanza only, or if it is better with both. I figured I would share it with you guys and see if anyone had an opinion. Should I keep it as is with the two stanzas, or should I cut out the last four lines and have a much shorter, but perhaps punchier poem?)
He offered up money
for his liberty,
but could never quite reach
the asking price.
Though he bid
higher and higher,
the inflation would only
keep rising.
Poetry – Halloween Tree
Halloween tree
orange glitter
on twisted branches
holds up the bodies
swaying
in the breeze.
(Yesterday I bought my first Halloween tree to decorate with ornaments at Target. I’ve wanted one for years and finally got one. It is a spooky black tree with orange glitter on it and prompted me to write this little poem. If I am able to find enough ornaments and such to decorate it with, I will try to share a pic later!)
Poetry – The Joker
Why so serious
the clown asks,
eyes shut tight
trigger cocked
and pulled.
Another fiery
explosion,
corpse fireworks
light an artist’s
starry night
sky.
(This poem pretty much came to me fully written while in the bathtub, as sometimes happens lol. I had to jump out and grab a notebook and pen before I forgot it, leaving wet footprints in the carpet and water droplets on the page. My favorite line by far is “corpse fireworks”! Did you notice my subtle nod to Van Gogh as well? By the way, “The Dark Knight” is my favorite superhero movie of all time because of the great Joker performance!)
Poetry – A Handful of Haiku
1.
Literary foes –
poetry and drama show
villains in us all
2.
Feminine essence:
pleasing full moon glow upon
newly burst lilies
3.
Immortal halo
once crafted for an angel,
my head now weighed down
Poetry – When He Thought of Death
When he thought of death
(if he thought of it at all),
his mind took it to be
a burden of life,
for everyone knows
that this earthly shore
is terribly infected
with the miseries
of numberless mortals
who slowly died,
exhaling away hours
with each breathy
rise and fall
of those fragile lungs.
