It was recently requested in the Bar &
Grille that I display some of my written work. While I
don't write fiction, I do write poetry. Very few of my
poems are titled. I do try to date them so I know when
they were written, though. Mind you, I seem to have an
aversion to rhyming poetry (Etrigans speech by Dien not
included), so I don't write any. I personally think it
takes very special skill to make rhymed poetry not sound
trite. Now. On to my work.
9/94?
red vision
twisting writhing
blood pulsing
biting grasping
leave shame out
joining twitching
gasping laughing
“I’ll chain you to my wall.”
4/1/96
You are my star
that shines when I’m alone
that reminds me of the fullness of living
that sets an example
/////of individuality
/////of alone-ness, independence
/////of strong solitude.
1/12/97
It’s neat
how your breath caresses me –
from my forehead
tenderly over my cheek
blowing softly over the back of my neck.
Your hands caress like that too –
gently, flowing
from face to shoulder to
breast;
over hip and thigh
then curling your hands in my hair
pulling me closer
- to kiss.
7/16/97
The moon is in my mind today
floating through like a silly silver balloon
the darkness in my mind
making the moon lost,
but she belongs there; she knows where she is.
Soon enough, she slips her disguise
(that silver balloon)
and the huntress becomes.
Stalking through my mind
tearing longstanding patterns down
rebuilding new
changing me
reordering me
ripping holes in the darkness
and through that darkness (the darkness of myself)
I am reborn
Hunter’s sister
Athena’s daughter
child of the moon.
Kate
She looks like a nervous doe
catching whiff of wolf.
Or worse, Man.
Sitting alone, all prim & proper
nervously fingering her neckline.
Glancing around the room,
hands flutter against face & neck
like trapped, glassed butterflies.
She checks the room once more
her head like a stork
looking for prey in the water
in the waters of the crowd.
Darting eye catches sight –
he beckons her to him
and like a meek little puppy she goes.
For Love of a Girl (with apologies to Herbert) 11/14/01
For love of a girl, my heart was lost
For love of a girl, my innocence was lost
For love of a girl my way was lost
And for love of a girl, my world was lost.
9/94?
red vision
twisting writhing
blood pulsing
biting grasping
leave shame out
joining twitching
gasping laughing
“I’ll chain you to my wall.”
4/1/96
You are my star
that shines when I’m alone
that reminds me of the fullness of living
that sets an example
/////of individuality
/////of alone-ness, independence
/////of strong solitude.
1/12/97
It’s neat
how your breath caresses me –
from my forehead
tenderly over my cheek
blowing softly over the back of my neck.
Your hands caress like that too –
gently, flowing
from face to shoulder to
breast;
over hip and thigh
then curling your hands in my hair
pulling me closer
- to kiss.
7/16/97
The moon is in my mind today
floating through like a silly silver balloon
the darkness in my mind
making the moon lost,
but she belongs there; she knows where she is.
Soon enough, she slips her disguise
(that silver balloon)
and the huntress becomes.
Stalking through my mind
tearing longstanding patterns down
rebuilding new
changing me
reordering me
ripping holes in the darkness
and through that darkness (the darkness of myself)
I am reborn
Hunter’s sister
Athena’s daughter
child of the moon.
Kate
She looks like a nervous doe
catching whiff of wolf.
Or worse, Man.
Sitting alone, all prim & proper
nervously fingering her neckline.
Glancing around the room,
hands flutter against face & neck
like trapped, glassed butterflies.
She checks the room once more
her head like a stork
looking for prey in the water
in the waters of the crowd.
Darting eye catches sight –
he beckons her to him
and like a meek little puppy she goes.
For Love of a Girl (with apologies to Herbert) 11/14/01
For love of a girl, my heart was lost
For love of a girl, my innocence was lost
For love of a girl my way was lost
And for love of a girl, my world was lost.
