Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ars poetica, escape, poem, poetry, reality on December 4, 2018| Leave a Comment »
and we will go
to the haiku cottage
in the mountains
where there are no roads
and there are no pens
and there we let ourselves
be written, the seasons
will shape our syllables,
the moon shall be
our cutting word,
and every time we think
we know what line comes next
we will thrill at how new
the world can be, sliding,
escaping, unswirling,
and calling follow me,
bring only wonder,
follow me
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged blood test, escape, medicine, poem, poetry, reality on September 13, 2018| Leave a Comment »
staring at numbers
hoping to find, hidden in percentages,
a trap door
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged escape, poem, poetry on August 11, 2017| Leave a Comment »
The day she ran away from home
she didn’t pack a thing.
She just walked up the drive
and turned left and kept on walking,
Even the thistles didn’t dare ask her
where she was going. Even her shoes
were content to know nothing more
than one more step.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged escape, freedom, housewife, milk, poem, poetry on August 15, 2015| 1 Comment »
This morning when she pours the milk
into the child’s cup, she doesn’t stop.
She pours until the cup is full, until
it spills across the counter, ’til it spills
onto the floor. She pours and pours
until the kitchen is flooded in milk,
it is up to her knees, it is up to her waist,
it is dammed against the kitchen door,
which she opens, then she floats the creamy tide
into morning, riding atop the pearly tide.
With one hand, she waves at her neighbors,
with the other she continues to pour the milk.
She is surfing now through the streets of town,
past the bank, past the school, past the crowd
who has gathered to stare. “Oh,” they say,
with a shake of their heads, “she has really lost it
this time, bless her heart,” and they step
on the curb to keep their feet from getting wet,
and she smiles and blows them a one-handed kiss,
and with her other hand she pours and pours.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged capture, escape, illusion, imagination, mothering, poem, poetry, pretend, prison on October 8, 2012| 2 Comments »
For an hour today, she practices escaping
from the stairs. There is no jail here,
only our pretense of bars. She,
the bank robber. I the police.
I lock her up again with my invisible
jail cell key. Then I swallow the key,
I throw it away, but she always produces another,
an invisible skeleton key she’s been hiding
somewhere around her and she lets
herself out again, then hovers nearby
to be caught. I feign dismay. She’s
escaped, again! And search for her,
looking right through her. Until,
aha! I say, and grab her. She never
struggles much, almost hurls her body
at me to be caught. So similar to
how I want to be held, forever,
I say, and then the next moment
I long for escape. Oh sweet
imagination, how real it all can seem,
like this girl slipping away from the stairs,
saying for the fourteenth time, catch me again.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged escape, haiku, joy loss of self, love, poem, self on September 9, 2012| 3 Comments »
still buds
already the lily perfume
opens
*
walking the fallen log
a fallen
woman
*
the heart
it
seeps
*
diamonds
don’t make it
to the lost and found
*
me, my shadow
attached
unattached
*
better to be lost
she thought
stepping out of the lines
*
running
my laugh
on my heels
*
here
there
a day leaks through them