She smiled, then laughed as I walked out the door.
I smiled back, the brightly colored streaks through our hair creating some instant bond.
She continued inside and my eyes followed her, my smile unfaded.
I traced her legs up to her too-short shorts,
thankful I was there to appreciate the sight.
It’s those little moments like that when I fall in love,
just a bit,
with a stranger.
People doubt it’s love, I’m sure.
They’ll say it’s “just lust.”
It is lust, but that doesn’t diminish the whirlpool feeling of my heart twisting at the joy of beauty in the person before me.
It really is love, and it’s beautiful in its own right,
and its object can be the pink-haired girl at the grocery store,
the stripper closing her eyes and relaxing into the song,
the cyclist sweeping lazily down the street.
I can fall in love with a dozen girls a day,
just a bit.
April 6th, 2009
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Once more winter has come, blessing us with her icy breath.
But she blows from a distance.
Even in the chilly air on my ears I can feel the warmth nearby.
Spring hasn’t gone away, she’s just around the corner.
April 6th, 2009
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The prayer that crosses my lips
most often
is one word,
“Lord…”
said quietly,
or strongly,
or pleading.
It’s followed, then,
by fear,
or longing,
or, on rare occasions,
with peace.
April 3rd, 2009
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It’s muggy in the stairwell,
down at the bottom where the cool air won’t reach.
Through the window umbrellas turn inside out
and the clear noon darkness goes hazy
in sheets.
April 2nd, 2009
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Overwhelmed in the ruins
Standing naked before the world
Self-declared holy fool, enveloped by the nothing
Pursuing the everything
There is no Fool’s Journey
No past removed, no future attained
Only the all that is before all things
Such foolishness, dismissed, elusive
There is only the journey toward the Fool
April 1st, 2009
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I admit I’ve been a lazy blogger. As of late the only things posted here are my delicious links, often without any commentary at all. Well, the noise ratio may be increasing shortly. See, I just recently heard about NaPoWriMo. Yep, that’s National Poetry Writing Month. I’m going to give it a shot. I’ve hardly written any poetry in years, but it feels like a fun thing to try. Now, I’m also notorious for not finishing what I start, so you may just end up with 3 days worth of poems, then nothing. And I may not post everything I write. If I’m convinced it’s shit, then I’ll spare you and your scroll-wheel finger.
So, fair warning, even greater pretentiousness is coming, starting tomorrow. Until then, I’ll leave you with this, from Li Po:
Confessional
There was wine in a cup of gold
and a girl of fifteen from Wu,
her eyebrows painted dark
and with slippers of red brocade.
If her conversation was poor,
how beautifully she could sing!
Together we dined and drank
until she settled in my arms.
Behind her curtains
embroidered with lotuses,
how could I refuse
the temptation of her advances?
March 31st, 2009
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