The Bulletin Board

I know you don't look here,

But please,

Grab milk and wine

Every time

You run to the store.

Poem about a picture

Majestic purple hides

Dark, lurking green

And I marvel at the millions of dots

That make up the canvas

of waterlogged lilies.

Metronome Patterns

Metronome

Clock

An incessant 

Predictable

Assault on the quiet morning.

The pattern is set--

Wake, work, sleep;

With no pause for breath.

Anger Management

The storm surges,

Overwhelming rationality,

Bathing her eyes in a a gentle glow

Of red.

The pounding quickens,

Hearts dance erratically;

Red hot words spew forth in waves,

And it crescendos.

The deep breath,

The eye of the storm,

Will give a chance to pause

And evacuate

Before any more damage is done.

Clemson 2000 (Senior Year)

The swampy oppressive heat 

Each August 17

triggers

That feeling

When anything is possible.

Marching between yard lines

Saddled with expectations,

Dripping with sweat 

A signal of a new year,

New possibilities.

I am filled with longing,

A wish to restart,

Hoping to wiggle through chains of adulthood.

But my emergence flew by,

Captured only in bright pictures

And faded memories.

Up and Lift

​

Up and Lift

Rubber mixed with sweat cushion the

Guttural sounds;

Staring

Cursing

Fighting against

Sometimes winning

Iron, and will.

Beautiful long muscles

Dancing across impossibly strong backs,

Arms, Legs.

All preparing to lift up and

Win;

While impossibly lithe and pretty,

Letting others judge

Their perfection.

Poetry Wednesday

Stop

Breathe

Re calibrate

Reconfigure

And begin again.