grief and celebration
share the same bed—
one keeps stealing the blanket
the other
keeps knitting a beautiful new one
Posts Tagged ‘paradox’
Strange Bedmates
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged celebration, death, grief, knitting, paradox, poem, poetry on April 3, 2019| 2 Comments »
One Impasse
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged ars poetica, paradox, poem, poetry, vulnerability, writing on September 12, 2018| Leave a Comment »
One Parenting
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged paradox, parenting, poem, poetry, rope on September 9, 2018| Leave a Comment »
How Can Poetry Relate to Reality?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged paradox, poetry, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, uncertainty on January 21, 2017| 4 Comments »
Yesterday, I spoke with KSJD radio in a 10-minute interview about how poems–both writing and reading them–might help us navigate uncertain times. You can listen to the interview here.
One in the Roar of the Box Canyon
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged paradox, poem, poetry on July 22, 2016| 1 Comment »
One
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged paradox, poem, poetry on February 10, 2016| 1 Comment »
One Confession
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged love, paradox, poem, poetry, relationship on June 28, 2015| 2 Comments »
hold me, I say
then put on a dress
of thorns—
blood on your cheek, your hands,
I kiss you there
The Way It Is
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged happiness, paradox, poem, poetry, sadness on May 30, 2015| 2 Comments »
A woman sits in the park
in the grass, and she is happy.
It is not that she does not know
that all over the world, even
in her own twisting heart,
terrible things are happening.
It is not that she is trying
to pretend she does not know.
It is more, perhaps, that the happiness
rises up and she does not try
to pretend it isn’t there. Yes,
there it is, beside the growling burrs
of sadness, letting loose
all its tiny white parasol seeds
just as a dandelion does.
Some of them fly beyond her sight.
Some land in her sweater
and will not be pulled out,
no matter how hard she tries.
When I Get Very Quiet, I Can See How It Goes
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged paradox, poem, poetry, self on May 14, 2015| 2 Comments »
Here, I say, I am here for you,
and then I run the other way.
My legs are two trees. They never
leave. Everywhere I go, I am rooted.
My legs are two rivers. They escape
in every moment. I am always
where I’ve never been. There is only
yes, and still I say no. The truth is
I do not want to be known. The truth
is you know me already.
I open my mouth to speak and your
voice pours out. It is my voice
that lives on your lips.
What is all this interest in yours
and mine? Sometimes I believe
these invisible lines. And sometimes,
sometimes I am here, I say.
And then I run the other way.
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