DEVICE

Tags

erotic, love, poem, poetry, Shakespeare, writing

DEVICE

Thank you for making me feel
less loose,
not as diffuse

nor as tightly wound
either

just
under full sail

holding my bearings
my mast as
safe and solid

as in any other
sexy navigational metaphor
poet ever
devised.

SPONGE

Tags

Humanity, love, poem, poetry, spiritual, Universe

SPONGE

the human heart
is a sponge

can absorb
the Universe entire
if it tried

and yet

here we are
again:
restricted, constricted

limited to

these

one

two

perfect
drops

CLOWN

Tags

loss, love, poem, poetry, Space, travel

CLOWN

watched you parachute
like a dandelion seed

drifting slowly
down into
my life

only to rocketship the hell out
just as I made your acquaintance

and there you are:
escape velocity already

homeward bound with a fiery comet tail
and me remembering your laugh
(pressing the
button for
continued replay)

remembering how
you made me laugh
(at that moment
your best and
most closest cosmic
clown in the
tilted, canted,
upside-down galaxy)

AND LOSS

Tags

emptiness, Failure, loss, love, poem, poetry

AND LOSS

all my life so
scared of losing
so scared of loss

then
I lost you

lost my
mind

everything there in
the sadness column

only life left
thing to add
my
outstanding debt

IN YOU

Tags

love, poem, poetry, Universe

IN YOU

though I
have not found love
(loved but
not found it — seems
a kind of paradox)

and though one
overlooks the Universe
at one’s peril:
plasma, asteroids, Vaders and
Death Stars, black holes and
the Borg and
vicious anti-matter

yet
choking on the surface
of a toxic planet

was once beautiful
so they say, so they say

I cling to the hope of love
not just somewhere remote
terminal destination of
some great
allegorical voyage

but threaded through everything
secretly connecting every
atom in the cosmos

as undeniably present
as it is
undoubtably
in you

GONE

Tags

love, morning, open, poem, poetry, woman, writing

GONE

this morning
I feel shielded

and yet the
morning is so
free
to flood in

I wish
you were here
to share this
moment with me

but it is not
your cup
of tea

nor morning coffee
for that matter

nor anything
that you and I
— close
for once

might figure out
to do together

enhance the
moment
before it
has gone

WHAT CAN POETRY DO?

Tags

existence, Humanity, identity, meaning, Metaphysical, philosophical, poem, poetry, The ocean, the sea, Water

WHAT CAN POETRY DO?

I asked the sea
to speak
(always thundering
nobody listening)

some theological type
told me need
to be more porous
let the
briny wisdom
flow through
me

take me back to
that salt time when the
ocean was our all, was
out complete being

I asked the sea to speak
speak quietly right
in my ear
or, alternatively, so
mountain loudly it
drowns out
the noise, this noise

what stops you
from hearing me

stops me
from hearing you

wave upon wave
freak giant to
the barest ripple

when we share this
special time, this
moment

what can poetry do?

BUT THAT WAS NOTHING

Tags

hope, loss, love, poem, poetry

BUT THAT WAS
NOTHING

lost my hope
misplaced it somewhere

watched my world
fall apart

but that
was nothing

to losing
love

Ms HALE

Tags

Emily Hale, love, poem, poetry, TS Eliot, writing

Ms HALE

“Down the passage which we did not take”
Burnt Norton

light floods
joy erases

the dream
of what cannot be

finds the words
guides to the
deepest
most spiritual places

hiding in
plain view, in the corners
of the ordinary

rough shapes
in which
through
which

the great Platonic shapes
of truth
and beauty

beg to appear

T S

Tags

Emily Hale, love, poem, poetry, T S Eliot

T S

they dig up
those letters

blueprints to
your poetry

a map
to your soul

the storm comes
quieter but worse
than anything
in Shakespeare

and there we shelter
only place to shelter

what space we
can find
between
the lines

so many lines
flowing, pouring out
seeming symbol
of such power

but sign of
such pain, such sadness

they mean so
much beyond
what we thought
they might be

our simple, relentless truth
wonderfully circumscribed