Revisiting
Now thoughts of you are rare,
a distraction not afforded me.
Life has gotten too perilous
when you are near,
too much a luxury.
Is this how love begins to end?
I am too busy keeping all the lights on,
it demands too much attention;
they fade as I stop thinking of you.
Thoughts of you began to be
forgot, how my heart rapidly beat.
Beloved, is this how? It ends.
And the fire is going, roaring,
tinged with the taste of sour gone sweet.
I have aged
to hunt tigers, to pursue you.
Ariel
Revisiting
Now thoughts of you are rare,
a distraction not afforded me.
Life has gotten too perilous
when you are near,
too much a luxury.
Is this how love begins to end?
I am too busy keeping all the lights on,
it demands too much attention;
they fade as I stop thinking of you.
Thoughts of you began to be
forgot, how my heart rapidly beat.
Beloved, is this how? It ends.
And the fire is going, roaring,
tinged with the taste of sour gone sweet.
I have aged
to hunt tigers, to pursue you.
Ariel
draft
habits
My prayers take on the form learned in childhood.
Ariel
draft
fuck up better
on a day like today, when you fuck up
even before you wake up
you hope to at least fall forward
and miss getting it in the face
on a day when the morning alarms
weren't loud enough to rouse
you tell yourself that you are human
and this is likely fixable, with hat in hand
and so you go to take it on the chin
confess that it was all your fault
and "what can I do to rectify this?"
needs to fall from your mouth
often and repeatedly.
Ariel
draft
headlines
detective stories are most often stolen from New York library
I never return the luscious art books I've check out
It's okay, in December I bring in canned food to pay my debt
is this charity? I don't know
when the wind blows my loose hair,
it is never as alluring as novels say
neither are dresses.
Sneakers the thing; best footwear
for the woods on account of comfort
still, i got furious when a friend
asked me to stand on my head.
I will not; however,
I would sit on a burglar,
and teach him, like a naughty bird,
cuss words until he returns to his den
I'm a queer bird that looks part monkey,
part eagle, and a little bit dove.
Truth be told my young pheasants are
ashamed of their dowdy old mother.
I don't care; I will buy the Eiffel Tower
and paint the cats that come,
feed the queer ones; they are such cheeky fellows.
lightni,cng will scatter pastry across the graveyards,
ghosts and dogs will sit right down
eat pie and cakes, drink a kettle of coffee,
ice cream? For breakfast? So Ezra Pound said,.
Ariel
draft
instructions on how to love me
bring me home rose bushes
complete with thorns
so i may plant them near my windows.
surprise me with kittens
and full grown cats
name them something ridiculous
take me to bookstores
and let me bring home my bounty
and read to you
drive me to the seashore
and build me a bonfire
watch me dance to old gods
lay near me quietly at night
touch me as you will
listen to my heart beat.
Ariel
draft
twofer tuesday
it rained and didn't rain
and i sat on the couch and paced
again i didn't want and desperately needed
you and me
two is supposed to be my lucky number
but now I am only one
or zero
i want to be two,
two for you and me.
Ariel
draft
ode to a lottery
hope
it's easier to feel it with a slip
of paper in your hand
knowing however slim
there's one chance that is all yours
numbers that, as a group, belong to you
when the roof leaks
and the electricity is iffy
that little paper keeps you dry.
Ariel
draft
encounter, never should have been
Someone introduced my computer to McAfee
and McAfee moved right in
rearranging files and moving in new furniture
Did they not know I had already 86'ed that guy
that guy with the cutoff vest and roaring Harley
he punches out walls, brings in trash everywhere.
Now I must start the eviction process
go to court and see the sheriff's deputy.
This will not end well.
Ariel
draft
with luck
why tell stories
if there'll be no one left to tell
why write you poems
if you won't read them
why love you
if you're not here
perhaps
because we may not end.
we may be live again in another life
and find each other
then all I'll have to do
is remember the words
or maybe our souls will
find each other after death
and I'll have eternity to recite them
as I spoon-feed you ambrosia
angels setting my words to music
because love lasts forever.
maybe archeologists will discover them
translating our prehistoric scribblings
and the Future will find out
I loved you so deeply and completely
and more stories will be written
my love for you continuing.
Ariel
draft
strangest thing
The strangest thing is not the platypus
with its furred body and laying eggs
nor is it starfish having
a brain in each arm.
It is that I still love you
without reason.
Ariel
optimistic
the sky is gray
and outside January cold
yet it is the start of April
daffodils braved the artic weather
will the tulips also show their faces
will the primroses open
the sun approaches closer and closer
parts those deary curtains to the side
(who hung them anyways)
reaches down and caresses the fruit trees
spring is coming, is coming I say
brush aside the dried leaves still there
let the stalks grow tall.
Ariel
Sorry; life still throwing some curve balls at me … I’ll get more timely on posting these prompts
Today’s prompt is Edgar Allan Poe’s “They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” Continue reading “Jan 27 prompt”
Posting early …
Today’s prompt is “She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.” Continue reading “Jan 26 prompt”
Sorry – I’ve had guests today …
Today’s prompt is “Give yourself some credit for how far you’ve come.” Continue reading “Jan 25 prompt”
A late morning today,
Friday’s prompt is CS Lewis’ “There are far far better things ahead than any we leave behind.” Continue reading “Jan 24 prompt”
Today’s prompt is Karen Lamb’ “A year from now you’ll wish you had started today.” Continue reading “Jan 23 prompt”
Sorry – Tuesday was so grueling and had me so worn out – I didn’t wake up until late afternoon today. But let’s do this!
Wednesday’s prompt is Kate Moss’ “It’s kind of rebellious to be yourself”.” Continue reading “Jan 22 prompt”
Today’s prompt is “Life always offers you a second chance. It’s called “tomorrow”.” Continue reading “Jan 21 prompt”
Today’s prompt is John C. Maxwell’s “Dreams don’t work unless you do.” Continue reading “Jan 20 prompt”
Today’s prompt is “Hey, flower child … It’s your time to bloom.” Continue reading “Jan 19 prompt”
Today’s prompt is Thomas Edison’s “If we did all the things we are capable of, we would astound ourselves.” Continue reading “Jan 18 prompt”
Today’s prompt is Theodore Roethke’s “Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.” Continue reading “Jan 17 prompt”
Late – I had some paperwork to take care of. Finished so I’m catching u[.
Today’s prompt is Pablo Picasso’s “Everything you can imagine is real.” Continue reading “Jan 16 prompt”
Late – I had some paperwork to take care of.
Today’s prompt is CS Lewis’s “You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.” Continue reading “Jan 15 prompt”
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Ariel, Pacific NW poet 