daily poetry
committed to creating and posting one poem per day.
January 31, 2009
#11 grade 3 lithp
grade 3 lithp
on tuesdays
at recess
i see mrs schwartz
she makes me repeat things lots
things
.
lots
.
she gives me purple suckers
pur-ple
.
suck-ers
.
she is nice
grown-ups call her Ann
i wish i could too
January 27, 2009
#10 anxiety
phone rings
my breath
restricted to throat
official paperwork
my muscles
tighten twenty percent
dress clothes
my imagination
stage light on me
paying bills
dry mouth
swallow
chew lip
January 26, 2009
#9 click here
click here
half off
(quality)
bogo
free
disposable
styrofoam
fine
print
January 22, 2009
#8 objectionable content
flagged:
objectionable content
that's what they called it
i typed questions
got policy and procedure feedback:
got referred to
"the wisdom of crowds"
same crowds that voted W
do you trust the wisdom of crowds?
safe
diluted
or the wisdom of one?
risky
radical
#7 obama
obama january '09
bliss?
perfection?
perceived pressure
say nothing bad
a tide..?
yes
a new tide..?
no
history
has told the story
to death
to death
#6 today
today
mediocrity is overdone
go big or go home is cliched
and i am ranting
in the most superficial sense
wine and nachos
to drown and cover my world's problems
honesty is taboo
sex is not
January 21, 2009
#5 normal
normal
fought for this
now crazy with it
new car
2 1/2 kids
good looking wife
fake along in public
experts at avoiding
reality and each other
for our kids
meet all
wants
but no
needs
January 20, 2009
#4 bad year poem
bad year
sleep...
fresh lines
fresh tracks
first chair
first lift
soft powder
deep powder
blue sky
bluebird day
alarm clock
all i need...
snow
January 19, 2009
#3 speak to me poem
speak to me
behind backs
words exchange
travel and change
hurt happens
when new words return
twisted
ugly
rumours snowball
reputations crash
and we talk about
unfairness
injustice
we talk...
to others
about others
January 18, 2009
#2 roots and family poem
roots and family
under the tree that is me
are
parents
siblings
cousins
under that tree that you see
are
roots
xylem
phloem
#1 roots poem
roots
invisible
forgotten
feed
connect
anchor
our history
is
our selves
no light
and
no glory
My first post. Hopefully more to come.
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