Rips me apart
My heart exposed
To the breeze
Cleansing
Cool and soft
It dangles in the wind
Cleansing
And I have never been so exposed.
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Tag: Poetry
Mother Daughter Relationships
Flip into friendships
Sprawled on the grass
We ask
Who is the mother?
And who is the daughter?
And where do we go from here?
I buy my mother a cup of coffee
And we sit a new cafe
in a new city
and talk about our lives.
I am stressed about this new city life
And she is worried about my sister’s apartment
And where do you go from here?
Mother
Daughter
Up-side down.
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Writing Poetry
How do I push through
to the other side
where poetry lives?
Three cups of coffee
a cool breeze
a dream poem born.
Or sitting in the trenches
that is my office
I write through all the garbage
write until I break through
to the other side.
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Why do people love poems about frogs?
Their bright green bodies intriguing?
Their capacity to spring?
Sprung,
they fly through the air
uninhibited.
They are the acrobats
of the forest.
And their soft songs
lull us
to sleep.
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And I can still love him…
Even as I step away from the possibility of romance
Turning away from the manipulations
Step out
Drawing my strength forward
Step out
And I can still feel desperate
Still need
Still cling
And I can cling to hope
for a simpler life
And consider falling in love with the man with the British accent on the subway
And cling to hope
to someday date a grown up who is inspired by the beauty of simple living
And choose not to date the tennis photographer
who reminds me of Pierre
And I can still cling
to hope.
Try, try again?
try bike
doesn’t fit
try bike
doesn’t fit
try bike
sleep
try bike
fits
and i ride away free
but the screws aren’t fitting either
they haven’t fit for years
and I wonder why I try at all
why I continue to go to the hardware store
continue to have hope
that some day, I’ll find them
I ask a question
the world opens up
I ask a question
the iron gate comes down
closing all possibilities
of further conversation
“but can we talk??”
“I don’t think I can talk about it right now,
actually – I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to talk about it.”
try bike
doesn’t fit
try bike
doesn’t fit
try bike
fits
and I ride away free.
We dance
And I can’t let go of the fight
Can’t get the tense out of my body
Can’t surrender to the rhythm that is my life
The battle that is within
is expressed
ungracefully.
I end up hurting my neck.
Enraged
I want to hurl this cup against the wall
Ceramic explosion
Warm milky liquid flying through the air
Finally expressing what is trapped within me
I know who I am
And I deserve better
They deserve better
We deserve better
And I want to hurl myself off a cliff
Dive into the ocean
Just to feel the saltiness
To be floated and held
forever.
flying through the dark tunnel
you are full of interestingness
rose printed skinny jeans
like wall paper on legs
hipsters singing sad songs
clean and black, clean and black
exploding with color
we walk out our lives
here, on the subway.
Toronto
vibrating
oscillating
escalating
you are alive
walk fast
don’t stop
this is your purpose
pulsating
bowls of ramen
nourish our souls.