If I could find one moment That encapsulates it all The past three years Of loving you It might be a golden prize. It might be the zenith of achievement, a small swirl of a memory that showcases the possibilities of the depths of human love and understanding. Except I can't find just one moment.…
Tag: Poetry
The Sun
When our sun blazes out And the end has come At least we were here All of us. All least we made music and made love At least our collective spirit Was as bright and bursting As the sun. ◊
Marcus Aurelius on the metro
Marcus Aurelius on the metro read a line, ponder a comical thing the philosopher on the train not a old man stroking his hirsute beard but a young woman immersed in the radical idea of mind beyond indulgence. ◊
To just be
Like if I made this desk Then I would finally sit down to write at it If I drove to get this smoothie Then I would finally be satiated If I caught up on all this laundry Then I would finally be done with it Until I'm not near my desk, Until I'm hungry again,…
I consume ideas
I consume ideas like sweets. I taste them like treasures And fear that if I lose them, I become less. I consume ideas like I've never heard of novelty Like I'll never hear of it again. I consume ideas to form myself To stretch myself To make me e x p a n d I…
Ode to Moss
O velvet patch of lustrous green Royal carpet of the forest Lush bedding of the water bears You are a demure vision Of subtlety and grace. O verdant, understated pride Community in miniature. Your concept of time Trounces the meagerness of humans'! Awash in moisture: A turgid, vibrant felt. Devoid of water: A lesson in…
Silence
To do this, You need silence. A peaceful place to think. Only through silence Your words bubble to the surface. Deep attention to the craft With the assistance of silence And you've got the makings Of a masterpiece. ◊
DC Metro
Here we are Just intelligent primates Packed on a high-speed moving train Like a carton of eggs. ◊
Blue Light
Let's stare at the screens that highlight out faces And take away our lives one click at a time. ◊
What of those things that move me?
What of those things that move me? Like the defiant panache of Hamilton A precocious intellect, no doubt Brought back to life by that fastidious historian And that fearsomely fantastic composer What of those things that move me? Like direct orders from Anis Mojgani To shake the dust and Rock the fuck out What of…
