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Category: Poem-A-Day 2013

POEM: triangle

triangle

the Buddha sat beneath the Bodhi tree
Mara demanded proof of enlightenment
the Buddha touched the Earth, which
responded: “I am your witness”
Mara disappeared, revealing Venus
twenty-five hundred years later
she is on the balcony, one hand
touching the floor, the other
reaching for the sky

8 June 2013
Auburn AL

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I’m writing a poem a day in 2013. During June, each day’s poem will be inspired by a photo of writer Arielle Brousse doing yoga. I’ve been a fan of her writing for years. Arielle writes the Unforgettable Detritus blog and curates The Sensible Nonsense Project, a collection of writing about people’s favorite childhood books. Thank you to Arielle for allowing me to use the photos, and for all the entertaining and inspiring writing she’s done over the years.

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POEM: headstand

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headstand

am I
upside-down
or have I
always believed
what is really
the ground
is the sky?

7 June 2013
Auburn, AL

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I’m writing a poem a day in 2013. During June, each day’s poem will be inspired by a photo of writer Arielle Brousse doing yoga. I’ve been a fan of her writing for years. Arielle writes the Unforgettable Detritus blog and curates The Sensible Nonsense Project, a collection of writing about people’s favorite childhood books. Thank you to Arielle for allowing me to use the photos, and for all the entertaining and inspiring writing she’s done over the years.

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POEM: handstand

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handstand

the smallest shift
in either direction
makes all the difference
for example:
I found out
just before bedtime
that she left New York
with someone else
so it wasn’t that
she wouldn’t leave
she just wouldn’t leave
with me

6 June 2013
Auburn, AL

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I’m writing a poem a day in 2013. During June, each day’s poem will be inspired by a photo of writer Arielle Brousse doing yoga. I’ve been a fan of her writing for years. These days, Arielle curates The Sensible Nonsense Project, a collection of writing about people’s favorite childhood books. Thank you to Arielle for allowing me to use the photos, and for all the entertaining and inspiring writing she’s done over the years.

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POEM: dolphin

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dolphin

betraying my own ignorance
I ask: are there dolphins in India?
I like to imagine them
swimming in the Ganges
while the devout bathers
wash away the dust of life
according to Douglas Adams
dolphins believe they
are smarter than humans
because they have no wars
or cities or technology
and while I can’t say I’m ready
to give up my computer
or the subway or air conditioning
I think maybe I could be happy
taking this pose beside a sacred river
while the dolphins blow water
into the hot Indian air

5 June 2013
Auburn, AL

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I’m writing a poem a day in 2013. During June, each day’s poem will be inspired by a photo of writer Arielle Brousse doing yoga. I’ve been a fan of her writing for years. These days, Arielle curates The Sensible Nonsense Project, a collection of writing about people’s favorite childhood books. Thank you to Arielle for allowing me to use the photos, and for all the entertaining and inspiring writing she’s done over the years.

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POEM: cobra

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cobra

while it’s true I could fit
everything I remember
of my entire childhood
into one two-hour film
there are still some images
that remain clear and bright
I remember the scene
where a cartoon cobra
is menacing the children
but they are saved
by the heroism of Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
a cartoon mongoose
I didn’t know till years later
that he was a Kipling character
I only knew that I liked the idea
of someone watching over me
while I slept

4 June 2013
Auburn, AL

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I’m writing a poem a day in 2013. During June, each day’s poem will be inspired by a photo of writer Arielle Brousse doing yoga. I’ve been a fan of her writing for years. These days, Arielle curates The Sensible Nonsense Project, a collection of writing about people’s favorite childhood books. Thank you to Arielle for allowing me to use the photos, and for all the entertaining and inspiring writing she’s done over the years.

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POEM: up dog

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up dog

the part I can’t explain
is the light
those two beams
shooting down into the photo
like there’s an open door
to the sky
at the top of the frame
although
it just occurred to me
they may not be coming down
maybe they’re trails
left by something going up
not a dog, presumably
perhaps a very small ship
carrying an iPod full of music
to the very edge of the universe
I hope this photo is on the ship
because I’d like whoever receives it
to believe we spend our time
looking for beauty
within our own bodies

3 June 2013
Auburn AL

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I’m writing a poem a day in 2013. During June, each day’s poem will be inspired by a photo of writer Arielle Brousse doing yoga. I’ve been a fan of her writing for years. These days, Arielle curates The Sensible Nonsense Project, a collection of writing about people’s favorite childhood books. Thank you to Arielle for allowing me to use the photos, and for all the entertaining and inspiring writing she’s done over the years.

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POEM: down dog

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down dog

introducing his song
Everybody Has The Blues
James Taylor says of his dog:
“Man’s best friend?
I’d like to think not.”
which for me
raises the question
of what or whom
JT had in mind
maybe it’s enough
to support one’s own weight
to let the spine
the arms the legs
carry around this
bag of colors
without feeling the need
to search for someone
who knows how to mix them together

2 June 2013
Auburn AL

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I’m writing a poem a day in 2013. During June, each day’s poem will be inspired by a photo of writer Arielle Brousse doing yoga. I’ve been a fan of her writing for years. These days, Arielle curates The Sensible Nonsense Project, a collection of writing about people’s favorite childhood books. Thank you to Arielle for allowing me to use the photos, and for all the entertaining and inspiring writing she’s done over the years.

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POEM: forward fold

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forward fold

he’d been certain
approaching her door
but when she opened it
and he saw her
framed in the light
from the room beyond
his resolve collapsed
crumpled like a discarded
rag doll on a child’s floor
he stepped through the doorway
she folded him into her arms
he wept until morning came

1 June 2013
Auburn AL

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I’m writing a poem a day in 2013. During June, each day’s poem will be inspired by a photo of writer Arielle Brousse doing yoga. I’ve been a fan of her writing for years. These days, Arielle curates The Sensible Nonsense Project, a collection of writing about people’s favorite childhood books. Thank you to Arielle for allowing me to use the photos, and for all the entertaining and inspiring writing she’s done over the years.

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POEM: cautious love poem

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cautious love poem

last night I dreamt about [REDACTED]
she was kissing me in front of [REDACTED]
I remember the time [REDACTED]
and I went to [REDACTED] on something
that wasn’t a date because [REDACTED]
had already said no to me
we talked about our colleagues
like the sweetness of [REDACTED]
and what makes [REDACTED] such a diva
how neither of us had really liked
a recent performance by [REDACTED]
at [REDACTED], one of [REDACTED]’s
most popular spots for [REDACTED] music
I walked [REDACTED] to the [REDACTED]
along a street that was perfectly aligned
with the slowly rising harvest moon
a stronger person than I would have stopped
thinking about [REDACTED] long ago
but for some reason I’ve never been able
to get [REDACTED] out of my head
I haven’t seen [REDACTED] since last summer
we got lunch at [REDACTED], talked about life
I promise I’m not one of those people
who’s always sizing up the other person
as a dating prospect or a potential mate
but with [REDACTED], it was trouble
the very first second we met at [REDACTED]’s place
it was like a Hepburn-Tracy film
full of fast talking and sharp wit and laughter
ever since then, [REDACTED] has been inside me
squirming around, gnawing away
but now I’ve finally decided to just say it:
I love [REDACTED] and I don’t care
if the whole world knows!

31 May 2013
Auburn AL

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POEM: phrenological head

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phrenological head

the way your forehead protrudes
        signals a predilection for sweet tea and guns
while the shallow curve at the back of your skull
        indicates a tendency toward gluttony
above your left ear are two bumps usually associated
        with the enjoyment of rough sex
however the pronounced guilt bump on your front temple
        somewhat mitigates this fetish
there’s an unusual peak at the top of your head
        often found in the criminally insane
though the way your browline juts is more commonly seen
        in the devoutly religious
the circumference of your skull at the level of your eyes
        suggests a below-average intelligence
which, when coupled with the oval shape of your head
        almost certainly means a sharp deterioration of the faculties
however, we feel in view of your current position
        this can be dealt with in a most discreet manner
all in all, nothing to be worried about
        this concludes our examination, Your Holiness

30 May 2013
Auburn AL

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POEM: packing

packing

if I could think of a way
to get you to stay
I would do it
into the suitcase go
your clothes, gifts for
family and friends
underwear, toiletries
books to read on the plane
then you come over to me
lay your hand on my chest
I feel your lips on mine
as the tips of your fingers
slide through my skin
past my ribs
to retrieve one more item
you’re taking with you

29 May 2013
Auburn AL

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POEM: sunset and red ants

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sunset and red ants

we are trying
from the contents
of two days
to extrapolate
an entire life
we eat bagels
and Mexican food
look at paintings
watch the sun set
while the ants bite us
all the while imagining
thousands of days
just like this

28 May 2013
Auburn AL

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POEM: the someday bus

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the someday bus

someday
I intend to buy
a VW bus
so I can
travel the country
collecting the pieces
of my heart
from all the people
I’ve given them to
I’m curious whether
with a little tape
and glue and care
I can rebuild
a working organ
or whether my heart
only works
because I’ve given
so much of it away

27 May 2013
Auburn, AL

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The photo is of my pal Avery with his own “someday bus.”

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POEM: bird years

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bird years

“I’m on low blood sugar don’t make men birds into years”
she said and I still don’t know what that meant
or how we’re supposed to count the passage of time
all I know is that I can hear them singing in the trees
telling stories that go back generations
I try to write down their songs but it’s no use
before I can finish one line they’re on to the next
a long song lost in the translation
funny how things end when you thought they wouldn’t

26 May 2013
Auburn AL

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POEM: recorded

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recorded

obsessed
with documenting
every moment
we miss
the moments
themselves

25 May 2013
Auburn AL

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