Watery Eyes – A Poem

I’m super busy with finals, so I’ve just written a short poem that came to me a couple days ago. The Music Series will be back soon! ❤

 

Watery Eyes

 

You see it as spring waxes;

the pollen punches unsuspecting people

with a vicious right hook to the nose

and suddenly they can’t keep back the tears.

 

But I catch them in the corner;

the thin veil of their eyelids

composed like an iron curtain

while chaos breaks loose backstage.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – At the Library

I am in the eleventh hour. The piles of papers have become mountains of material for my essay, but the words just aren’t coming to me. My eyes are getting heavy, and the yellow lights of the library flicker with fatigue. Maybe a short nap will loosen this mental knot…

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MUSIC SERIES – The Jungle

This poem was inspired by My Hero, by Foo Fighters. Also, Happy Veteran’s Day everyone. Support your Vets. ❤

 

The Jungle

 

Walking down the rainy sidewalk

with a knapsack tied to a branch,

dressed in a heavy blue jacket

and a bit of distinguished scruff,

 

is how I have come to picture

the veteran on the corner

of Fifth Street and Towne Avenue

when I see him from my car door.

 

I wonder if that’s how it felt

when he trudged through the winter mud,

wrapped with the weight of his country

like a cloak to keep back the cold

 

or if he condemns the forest

of chains fenced in to keep him out;

kept the prisoner to a war

inside the concrete jungle called home.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Basketball Kid

Early every morning, I walk down First Street. There is a rundown park, and everyday I see a kid caked in sweat. His hands are coarse with dirt from dribbling. And everyday, without fail, he will look over at me, step behind the chalky white lines, and sink a three.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Breathing Memory

A clean slate. A fresh breath, like spring returning after a mental hibernation. The lungs fill with a taste of mint and honey. A pause. Then the slow release; the walking fear, striding, running, sprinting. Compressed like a bag between clammy palms. All gone into the unknown. A clean slate.

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Time and Matisse – A Poem

Hey everyone, I’m behind schedule so here’s a poem I wrote a while ago!

Time and Matisse

I have found it easiest to watch time pass

as a fly on a wall, or a bird in a cage,

where you can see life in full color

slowly trickle away in a watery ocean.

 

Like a bleeding Renaissance canvas

where chapels were defined by their ceilings,

and painters by their attention to detail.

So simple, so fine, so real, so definite.

 

But as with many aged men, blurred lines

infect the day to day life, until a grainstack

at sunset might look more like a mountain

than ingredients to a meal.

 

Until finally, wheeling about from bed to chair,

one can hardly define where buildings start or end.

The once crystal clear canvases are thickly spackled

with the silhouettes of cut-out figurines

falling through paper starlight.

 

Around then the fly will depart,

and the empty-eyed birds will stop singing

while the last of the colors drift out the window

in an unforgettable breeze of vivid imagination.

 

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FIFTY WORD STORY – After Hours

Everything was blurry. It was like looking down the street through a glass of water. Each step felt like trudging through knee-deep mud, in the rain. My head was spinning, then suddenly the ground was rushing up to greet me. The darkness took me as hot blood filled my mouth.

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MUSIC SERIES – The Scarecrow

So this poem was inspired by In the Hall of the Mountain King…which I understand is a little weird, but hey, don’t question the Muse.

 

The Scarecrow

 

They pinned me on a sunny cross

like a vegetable Jesus Christ

with the same patched up purple cloak

and my own crown of prickly straw.

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The Red Eye – A Poem

Hey there, I took a break from the music series this week to write a poem that’s been nagging me since I woke up.

 

The Red Eye

 

From the windows of the wet plane

I see a white bird migrating

away from its spring time meadows

in the sanctity of midnight.

 

I wonder if it, too, wields

the fire of a red dragon

waiting for its feathers to burn

to a set of bloody scales.

 

I wonder if its heavy wings

are waiting for the chance to spread

or if its watery brow steams

beneath the hard rains of the storm

 

and from my small leather backed seat

confined to sit with the people

who looked for their peace in the sky

I wonder why he doesn’t dive to safety.

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FIFTY WORD STORY – Royalty

He was royalty; clothed in the red and gold of the dynasty his family had brought to life fifty years ago. He passed beneath the golden arched entryway, down the polished white tile floor, to the first person he spotted. He smiled at them and said, “one Big Mac, please.”

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