Tag: poem
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HOW DO I
HOW DO I How do I sleep with voices in my head – telling me what to do, what to say, who to love in a torrential rain of unspoken words, this cascade of love misplaced from desired keepers whose intentions long expired; all memories are deadweight. How do I sleep with footsteps in my…
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Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take
A meeting, a perfume launch, and an after-work HappyHour at Words Worth — all these on my only day home this week! Loving what I do because I could be spending the entire day in bed with my truckload of books, but if I’m not filling up my days and making sure I’m dead beat…
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I love you as certain dark things are loved
“And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, I felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.” ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
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the fields are frozen gold
As though ten winters have passed since we arrived, thin ice beneath our heels, snowflakes in our breath. Lucent white in ten miles’ sight no sign of impending summer. Yet somebody dreamt of this perfect world. Such a waste of lush green pastures every leaf chilled to the very spine – botanical shards of piercing ice.…
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how I go to the woods
“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.” “How I go to the woods Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want…
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before the street begins
“Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.” ― Shel Silverstein, from Where the Sidewalk…
Viktoria Jean 