Thursday, July 30, 2009

The Sea I Saw

The first poem in months has bubbled its way to the surface and I've managed to capture its tentacles in a hastily constructed trap of pen and paper. The black ink has stained the page in defense, now I must wrestle the pubescent beast into line.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009


The house stifles, hot and humid
after days in the wood
reveling in beauty
creation personified

a sweltering suffocating pause
if all were stripped away
still I would swoon with the heat

tired eyes slow body
waking nights
no words can contain
nor relieve

I need the air
the cool the breeze
the loon crazy on the lake
like me in this house