it feels so great,
that next step I’m not sure
how to take—
what is it but some arbitrary measure
I’ve imposed on infinity
Posts Tagged ‘illusion’
On a January Night
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged distance, illusion, love, poem, poetry, separation on January 22, 2015| 3 Comments »
less than the width
of my thumb, the distance between
Venus and the moon—
and you, in arm’s reach,
light years away
If Only There Were Only a Hundred
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged illusion, poem, poetry, veil on December 9, 2014| 1 Comment »
a haikuling inspired by Rumi’s Divan-e Shams-e Tabrizi
as one veil falls
to the floor, already
another veil to drop
(Divan xxxv)
Seven Parallels
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged disillusion, elephant, illusion, poem, poetry on March 9, 2014| 3 Comments »
that elephant over there?
oh, yeah, I like to tell myself
it can fit in my pocket
*
don’t yell at me
I yell at him—
dead sunflower in the vase
*
do you think
this elephant in my pocket
makes me look fat?
*
too hot for my fingers
this piece of steamed carrot so I throw
it in my mouth
*
just before the snooze
alarm goes off again, a whole
dream in three minutes
*
I don’t know
if truth becomes visible but
elephants do
*
that scar, I pick
it even as I say out loud
stop picking it
Changing Perspective
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged illusion, perspective, poem, poetry, reality, villanelle on January 25, 2014| 2 Comments »
Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
—Albert Einstein
Am I a woman dreaming she’s a bear?
Or bear who’s dreaming she’s a woman, lost?
I cannot find the answer anywhere.
One thing’s for sure, the bear is not aware
she might be dreaming. She is hungry, cross.
Am I a woman dreaming she’s a bear?
The woman, on the other hand, she cares
if it’s dream. Are these her teeth? Her paws?
She cannot find the answer anywhere.
The she-bear lifts her nostrils to the air
and sniffs. She feels the edge of coming frost.
Am I a woman dreaming she’s a bear?
The woman falls down to her knees and stares,
confused by her wide footprints in the moss.
She cannot find the answer anywhere.
It’s time to sleep? It’s time to wake? I swear
I cannot say. Are these my hands? Or claws?
Am I a woman dreaming she’s a bear?
I cannot find the answer anywhere.
Five Undoings
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged freedom, haiku, illusion, poem, poetry, story on February 11, 2013| 5 Comments »
wearing that story
for so long I forgot
I had slipped it on
*
bad hem day—
tripping on my own
once upon a time
*
rumors of my self
catch on morning sun, snag on
the wake of herons
*
with one hand, I stitch
the small tears, with the other,
I rip out the seams
*
naked
the scent
of hyacinth
Games We Play
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.
Dissolution Haiku
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged become one with everything, dissolution, haiku, illusion, night, poem on January 31, 2012| 3 Comments »
I asked the night to
swallow me, it said, Darling
I already did
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