Wednesday, January 13, 2010

I'm Not Sure What To Do

How do you force some
meaning into a poem
when it's a haiku?

I Really Hate Haiku

How hard I try to
make this sound beautiful, but
I can't do this well.

I Really Hate Haiku

How hard I try to
make this sound beautiful, but
I can't do this well.

Five Ways of Looking at a Blank Page

Stare in fright of the possibilities that could lend themselves to this page.
Controversy may erupt form the words you write; or worse, the truth of your thoughts may be revealed.


Close your eyes and pray to whichever god you believe in, or none at all, that beautiful words may magically appear. The thoughts nudge and tug at each other in your mind, too plentiful to scribble on one mere blank page.

Close your eyes, aching from staring at the bright winter of the page. Take a deep breathe, uncover your eyes from their hiding place behind a curtain of lashes. Begin to engrave idea after idea so that soon that winter will become a twister of language.

Shun your masterpiece. Mangle the page that contains those inscriptions. Hide it, destroy it, so that no one may ever know what you once thought of the world around you.

Begin again.

Eight Ways of Looking at an Old Friend

Reminders of endless nights spend bonding by sharing secrets linger.
How could you have let your friendship go?
Waves of sadness, and anger, and jealousy splash through you sea of memories.
Why would she do that to you?
Analyze her new best friend-your replacement.
Will she treat her like that too?
Be glad that that time in your life is behind you.
You know better now.

Fear

Fear peers out from behind her book
And watches the other kids on the playground.
The other children call her over to play tag.
She refuses.
How could she risk the embarrassment of
Skinning a knee,
Lagging behind,
Losing the game?
So she sits with her stories
Of girls braver than her,
And feels the jealousy climb her throat
And sighs out the disappointment
Of not being daring enough to play.