Love Poem to Myself

Portions of this poem are taken or inspired from “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufroc” by T.S. Eliot Blackness gives way to indigo through the window I look up to see through There will be time, there will be time before the sun rises…

Please Don’t Speak of Love

I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. ~ Love Song of Alfred Prufrock by TS Eliot Please don’t speak of love as isolated as can be. How terribly lonely you sound to me! Please don’t speak…

Hour Twenty

A flower pot resides next to my work station   Sometimes a flower blooms with a red glistening texture its subtle fragrance all over   Sometimes a thorn pricks my conscience its consequence all over   The crimson pot— my muse stays forever.

#20 Almost Wild

A long time ago I sailed dark waters under the moon A solo figure gliding gently on motionless water My fingers tickled the surface, four tiny skiers in unison My breasts pressed to the deck and the stretching daughter reached to her inner depths on a…

Urban Farming

I want to plant pine trees On the edge of the ball field so students see the sky Instead of the prison On the valley below I want to plant mighty oaks In the potholes of my street Sometimes, to alert drivers And sometimes to…

Priorties

When wood meets metal It’s almost like a battle Between nature and man To be honest, I am not a fan Oh well! Nothing can be done about that Do you think I look fat?