Michelangelo wrote his love
forty-eight funeral epigrams—
not one of them brought back
the shoulders like chiseled marble,
the purr of his voice, his lips raw silk
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged carpe diem, death, kissing, Michelangelo, poem, poetry, writing on February 10, 2019| Leave a Comment »
Michelangelo wrote his love
forty-eight funeral epigrams—
not one of them brought back
the shoulders like chiseled marble,
the purr of his voice, his lips raw silk
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged carpe diem, poem, poetry, thirst on July 16, 2015| 4 Comments »
If you follow a bee,
my friend says, it will lead you
to water. Suddenly
I have never been
so thirsty. I have spent
too much time living
close to the water
without drinking.
I have spent too many hours
not following bees.
I have my excuses—
all the ways I like
to appear busy-ish—
but they all have the same
stale scent excuses always have.
In the tombs of Egypt,
they found honey,
perfectly preserved.
Some things keep.
I look at my dry hands.
Some things have only
so much time.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged carpe diem, poem, poetry, spring on March 26, 2015| 4 Comments »
You can’t tell tulips
to unbloom,
you can’t unsing
last evening’s tune,
the shadow can’t undark
the moon,
you can’t unlove,
unbreathe, unswoon,
but wishes can be
ever wished
new bridges can be
ever crossed
so many kisses
still to kiss
before you unlive
unlaugh, dust.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged carpe diem, gratitude, haiku, impermanence, loss, love on December 14, 2012| 5 Comments »
every day the right day
to smell the lily as if
never again
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged aging, carpe diem, death, haiku, life, poems, poetry, tanka on February 16, 2012| 4 Comments »
young girls in pink
tutus—it’s hard to believe
we’re all dying
*
anti-aging conference?
we argue and research
how to stay young,
meanwhile, on our shelves
drums and flutes gather dust
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged carpe diem, love, tanka on May 31, 2011| 1 Comment »
despite the wind,
hail, chill,
it blossoms now
oh yellow rose
made of my heart