A Nightly Stroll

After Robert Frost

Just where I am, I do not know.

My mind is full of storm clouds though;

I wish I did not fall asleep

and let the twilight nightmares flow.

The Mountain Can Too Sing

The mountain can too sing

Of what tomorrow brings;

It prophesies of sin and hope and fear.

Realism and Reality: Pen Pal Letter #8

To Whom It May Concern:

(partially inspired by this post by @itskamillaq on Instagram)

Not all of my writing is about me. Even the ones that are might be over-exaggerated or abstracted. For instance, I am not currently a boat. Nor was I when that poem was written.

In Media Res

So far, every single social media website or app I have tried has been home to some kind of poetry community. Some of these sites are more conducive to posting and reading poetry than others (Pinterest is not the ideal place for original poems as far as I can tell), and some sites have clear preferences for certain styles, forms, and themes of poems. Longer free verse poems have a lot of success here on blogs, particularly blogs run through WordPress. List poems and very emotional writings do really well on Instagram. Twitter, where brevity is key, tends to be most conducive to haiku, senryu, tanka, and sometimes couplets.

What is Love?

On the edge of a cliff

I stand,

head bowed,

hands clasping

the wrought iron form

of my heart,

not wanting to drop it

but needing to let it fall.

Adrift

A sailboat adrift

far out

and not enough fuel for the motor

to ever power its way back to shore.

What I’m saying is you can call me unmoored.

Call me lost.

Call me unreachable

because when you call, I may not pick up the phone–

too far from civilization

for the towers to reach.

I’m busy trying to find a space to call my own.

L’Hiver de la tristesse

I am a summertime poet;

I cannot wax lyrical about the bare branches

or frosty earth.

Perhaps it is the fact that the blood,

so warm as it rushes through my core

turns oh so frigid by the time it reaches my fingertips.

Cool Breeze

Fan provides cool breeze,