Poems of the Month

Insistence2011-12-05
A mother laments for the end
that attacks impetuously
and you write your little poems
about the little trees and the chickadees
even if no one ever reads them
unless the wind stops blowing
and curiously comes near them
to take them to the opposite side
where even the dead orate poems

and you said—

again I shall try to transform
the cricket’s song into a shiver                    

Red Triumph2011-10-18
The finch’s shiver fiery red

melancholy chime of bell at red dusk

young boy who for the first time

dared to balance on his bicycle

tongue on the side of his lips

as though saying to the breeze

I made it

jasmine profusely sweating

reflection on a sharp sunray

glitter when he turns his head

to smile at his mother admirably

watching and the stone why here

knee and his weight scrape

to brake a red scratch polished

tearful eyes fiery red sunset

and the singer adorns him by 

‘I know of a boy who loves red’                    

Poet2011-10-18
Even if time stops

like a sigh on the seashore

his breath vanishes as though

sound of echo fading

in the body of absence

and if his heart succumbs

in the agony of guilt for sin

he hasn’t yet committed

his legs will lead him steadily

from wailing to solemn song

and from his always full glass 

a shred of joy he will gift you

never asking for a reward                     

Traitor2011-10-18
He stood in the mirror

didn’t dare breath of our air

concerned a bit of his guilt

happy that he stole our joy

totally surprised he was

for the attention we paid

to him, and he knew it

that one day we would find out

he knew all too well, yet

he stood alone in the mirror

like the divisive archangel

his mind run to the borders

where the enemy waited

to learn all the other secrets

all our other sweet secrets                      

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