Thursday, October 29, 2009

new poem, an inanimate object that you love

Quilt


I came together stitch by stitch,

pink and green flowers,

making me tickle and itch.

 

The hands that held me,

gave me away,

tied up in a package dawned with a bow,

untied, lifted, and held tight,

to a little girl who squealed with delight.

 

Worn and torn for years to come,

ripped and soiled, hugged and loved.

Like a story, passed along,

giggles and laughter,

held by little girls filled with song.

 

I layed across beds,

warding off monsters,

over forty years old and falling apart,

never thrown away—

folded and creased, laying in the closet

waiting to hear that song again.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Lying Eyes

I say good-bye to you and mean

it again and again yet here

you are with your green

eyes showing no fear

laughing with your head

tipped to the side and your eyes

closed, your heart as warm as bed

but overwhelmed with all the lies

told to keep my hand in yours,

my body curved into your fold

but my heart not allowed to pour

out and just instead left cold.

 

The rain falls as I grasp tight,

one last time, giving up fight.