She wants him to journey
through her, trail his fingers
along paths of discovery,
raise mountains of delight,
explore lingual caverns,
create tsunamis of desire.
But travelling is work,
and he’s not up to the flight.
poem-incised February 5, 2015
You find the perfect spot
for maximum irritation
you rip apart the incision
determined to arrest healing.
I long to rip you off,
toss you away,
have air and water and space
surround me,
to heal the gash
and help to find my footing again.
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Dedicated to my Aircast® which has a air tube glued right at my incision line. This is a painful irritation! Yeah, yeah. So I’m being literal. Nothing is stopping you from taking it figuratively. That’s what poetry is all about! 🙂
poem-silhouette February 3, 2015
The light is behind you
and you are a glorious silhouette
You see only shadows,
but we see beauty.
poem-knitting January 30, 2015
I’m twisting yarn,
clicking knots together,
entwining future warmth
and comfort
poem-dust January 28, 2015
The layers
speak of neglect
and distraction,
of time passing.
Traces of us
settle on ledges
and I am loath
to find a cloth
and wipe us off.
poem-voyageur January 26, 2015
So you packed your canoe,
left a good man,
gave away that puppy,
you’d given to
those good boys,
those sweet little boys,
and rowed off to find yourself
on a river of their tears.
I hope the discovery
proves worth it
in the end.
poem- weight January 24, 2015
Grey weight
drags me down
velcro-ed to cement
hobbled like a donkey
held together
by hope.
poem- Jabba January 21, 2015
Belly and breasts cascade
over ample hips.
The glass reflects
Jabba the Hutt lying in state
in my living room.
That is unexpected.
poem- ladybug January 19, 2015
Outside the snow is deep.
Inside, a ladybug crawls up my computer cord
All eighteen spots out of place,
It launches off my computer
having delivered a moment of grace.
Shawn L. Bird 