not sure how many words

[Tathagata]

.....

 

[Tathagata]

.....

 

[Angeline]

Not even a goodbye
no time for anything but new shoes
to tap nervous memory on the temple floor,
keep time with the emptiness, give rhytm
to grandmother's cries and my own
silenced for years. A face that worked
its emotion without sustanance.
A sea change that swept me away
from the confines of comfort
and grief like rocks, dry and big
as boulders so I picked
this perilous path through my twenties,
finally cried somewhere in my thirties
only to realize sadness needs no tears
to paste it to a lifetime, but trails
forever behind me like an ageless pup
on the leash of my discontent, held close,
taught tricks, fed poetry and solitude.

 

[Tathagata]

Not even a goodbye
no time for anything but new shoes
to tap nervous memory on the temple floor,
keep time with the emptiness, give rhytm
to grandmother's cries and my own
silenced for years. A face that worked
its emotion without sustanance.
A sea change that swept me away
from the confines of comfort
and grief like rocks, dry and big
as boulders so I picked
this perilous path through my twenties,
finally cried somewhere in my thirties
only to realize sadness needs no tears
to paste it to a lifetime, but trails
forever behind me like an ageless pup
on the leash of my discontent, held close,
taught tricks, fed poetry and solitude.

leash of my discontent


nice work

 

[Angeline]

leash of my discontent


nice work

Thank you T. I'm glad you like is cuz yknow you're my soul and my heart's inspiration.

 

[Tathagata]

Thank you T. I'm glad you like is cuz yknow you're my soul and my heart's inspiration.

we sound like the Righteous Brothers

it's because we are mishpacha

 

[Tathagata]

,,,,,

 

[eagleyez]

loss for words
found for air
here in the lab,
conducting shading experiments,
the shadow slides perfectly
the room becomes a biblical sky
a two speed bike along the innocent river
breath to spare,
directions to...

the marble busman
was my speaker today,
a face made of squint
oustide of the color he was it today.

atmospherics
newspapers
words of oxygen
heading to the blue milk sea.

 

[wildsweetone]

...

The noise of the country is past.
Now I hear cars and the earth cracking
beyond the school bell's peel, beyond
the squeal of children and the demands
of daily grind. i long to step back
through the glass to a time of peace,
when pace appeared fast
and the scent of tiny flowers distracted,
their red petals a costume
on days the sky forgot to don blue,
their tiny leaves stirring on twiggy limbs
as if their tip searches the ground
for future landing. i long to step forward
to walk further along this ungrassed route
to a point where spider webs catch my face,
where a tinfoil scarecrow stands
limbs outstretched in permanent pre-hug status,
to a point where my footprints
will be the first.

 

[Tathagata]

.....

 

[champagne1982]

Looking for another home...

 

[Tathagata]

.....

 

[champagne1982]

I wrote this for a competition sponsored by the Edit Red Writing Community and forgot to enter it. It deserves to be shared.

Has anyone else forgotten something they've meant to submit? I feel silly.

City Smells

Diesel and coffee mingle
outside Starbucks'
up against the intersection.
Downtown exudes exhaust
and infuses the city
with essence of urbia.
A storm grate filters
street grime washed free
of cardboard hooches
and liberated Safeway carts,
tucked under the eaves
in the alley between
the Cathedral and the Bay
building; with Luce,
the bag lady and Reg,
whose breath isn't made better
by the Listerine he drinks.
It's not all ketones
and ammonia, that Starbucks
coffee provides a note
that sometimes bacon
esthers ride on.

 

[Tathagata]

.....

 

[eagleyez]

sometimes
when I am feeding her bits of my eggs
or she is rubbing Cheerios
into my hair
laughing mouth agape
with her two and a half teeth
she stops
a looks into my eyes
as if
seeing me for the first time
then lifts her hand
and waves " Bye bye"

Please
let it be me who is leaving

And please don't leave anytime too soon!


Angie (who is hoping to be back online on my own puter tomorrow)

 

[wildsweetone]

sometimes
when I am feeding her bits of my eggs
or she is rubbing Cheerios
into my hair
laughing mouth agape
with her two and a half teeth
she stops
a looks into my eyes
as if
seeing me for the first time
then lifts her hand
and waves " Bye bye"

Please
let it be me who is leaving

if ever you have doubts about whether you are getting your message across, come back and read this:

please don't leave - and i know you aren't but just wanted to say out loud, don't leave anywhere, ever. naive i know. *smile* i love your writing. i love the emotions you stir in me through your writing. i love looking at the world through your eyes, you help instill in me some things i try to aspire to myself. your words carry emotions that come so naturally, i am almost unaware of it until i find myself changed after reading your poetry. and that change happens all the time. i also love how you share things so simplistic and turn them upside down and inside out until i understand their depths also.

thank you for sharing your sight.

 

[Tzara]

This

sometimes
when I am feeding her bits of my eggs
or she is rubbing Cheerios
into my hair

is a good observation. This

laughing mouth agape
with her two and a half teeth
she stops
a looks into my eyes
as if
seeing me for the first time
then lifts her hand
and waves " Bye bye"

Please
let it be me who is leaving

is a great observation. Why this all works.

I'd say I envy you your grandkid, but that is not my life. It seems a very nice life, though, and one I ought to envy, if I was so disposed.

Lovely poem, T. I really liked that one, you lucky motherfucker.

 

[Tathagata]

if ever you have doubts about whether you are getting your message across, come back and read this:

please don't leave - and i know you aren't but just wanted to say out loud, don't leave anywhere, ever. naive i know. *smile* i love your writing. i love the emotions you stir in me through your writing. i love looking at the world through your eyes, you help instill in me some things i try to aspire to myself. your words carry emotions that come so naturally, i am almost unaware of it until i find myself changed after reading your poetry. and that change happens all the time. i also love how you share things so simplistic and turn them upside down and inside out until i understand their depths also.

thank you for sharing your sight.

the problem is, I see them upside down and inside out sometimes when I know I shouldn't
lol

But thank you very much for what you said.
I'm glad you are able to understand what I am really saying sometimes, even when I myself, don't.

 

[Tathagata]

Thisis a good observation. Thisis a great observation. Why this all works.

I'd say I envy you your grandkid, but that is not my life. It seems a very nice life, though, and one I ought to envy, if I was so disposed.

Lovely poem, T. I really liked that one, you lucky motherfucker.

It wasn't my life either until she was born.
And then everything changed and someone smiled at me for all the right reasons, because she was alive and happy and just loved me no matter what mood i was in, how I felt, or if my hair was combed.

She teaches me every day


And thank you sir for your kind words
and for taking the time to understand another persons joy and fear
even though it isn't your own

 

[Tathagata]

And please don't leave anytime too soon!


Angie (who is hoping to be back online on my own puter tomorrow)

No plans to go...
but you know my karma this life is all about attachment
if i'm to dumb to let go something always happens

i'll try and make sure I'm here till wed or thur atleast

 

[Angeline]

No plans to go...
but you know my karma this life is all about attachment
if i'm to dumb to let go something always happens

i'll try and make sure I'm here till wed or thur atleast

Good.

And I'm back as you can see. All hooked up and wireless,

 

[Tathagata]

Good.

And I'm back as you can see. All hooked up and wireless,

hooked up and wireless sounds like something eve would say


welcome back shemeh

 

[Tathagata]

.....

 

[wildsweetone]

at last October
low to the ground
like mustard gas
enters the yard
cat fog with
a hunched back it's gaze
fixed
on the last bright orphans of summer
still clinging to stalks
a babe at it's mothers breast
still too weak
too green
and this will be it's ruin

October is a carrion bird
with " Carpe deim"
across it's picket fence wing span
it smells of rotting apples and pumpkin guts
It is a month of disembowelment
of cleansing
making sure all is ready
all are sufficiently weakened and cowed
when the frost king makes his arthritic arrival

cat fog got me. i read twelveoone's post about Sandburg's poem 'Fog' and the image is incredibly haunting (i printed off and read the whole site he quoted - don't tell anyone! lol). i LOVE how you've used it here and find it amazing that your poem details exact feelings that are felt here during our Autumn. i shall have to put my thinking cap on and give you My October Spring.




...so Ange is hooked up and wireless too? you're right, it does sound like something Eve would say heck, maybe it's catching!

nice to see you back Ange.

 

[Tathagata]

cat fog got me. i read twelveoone's post about Sandburg's poem 'Fog' and the image is incredibly haunting (i printed off and read the whole site he quoted - don't tell anyone! lol). i LOVE how you've used it here and find it amazing that your poem details exact feelings that are felt here during our Autumn. i shall have to put my thinking cap on and give you My October Spring.




...so Ange is hooked up and wireless too? you're right, it does sound like something Eve would say heck, maybe it's catching!

nice to see you back Ange.

It was an overcast morning, and this time of year it can be 80 during the day and 45 at night
so theres a stretch where you get fog every morning along the ground
I noticed a few tomatoes left unpicked and it just seemed like the mist was creeping up on them
: )
I really should have coffee immediately

thank you once again
You should write about your seasons, as most of us have no idea what it's like down there
so to speak