me.
Thanks for coming through. I wanted to give special knowledge to the person who's idea this really was in the first place. I saw this person for the first time in months, and the person told me of the plan to write 365 poems in a year. I, buffoonishly, said, "that sounds great! can I do it with you?" and my friend replied, "uh... yeah... suuuuuuuuure," and would've slowly edged away if I hadn't handed out some bourbon.
Anyway, this person is incredibly talented poet, and has a head start on me (and the actual distinction of, you know, not missing a day, never mind 21 days). You should
check out his blog.
Also, i thrive on personal compliments, and on feedback. A lot of these poems I'm not even going to take an editing pen to, or it may be a long while before it happens. but you dig something? you don't like something? say something.
enjoy!
Ruby K
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
injury time: 2F sendoff
the same paint
clinging to ceiling
for dear life,
bachelor has always been
the motiff
of your comfy halls,
even when co-helmed by a
non-bachelorette.
but past the boxes of
who knows who's
and underneath the empty shells
of fried chicken conveyances,
we were still making new memories
there,
leaving a little bit of ourselves
on the wall
and in the air
somehow marking this place
as always belonging to us,
even as we leave the keys behind.
clinging to ceiling
for dear life,
bachelor has always been
the motiff
of your comfy halls,
even when co-helmed by a
non-bachelorette.
but past the boxes of
who knows who's
and underneath the empty shells
of fried chicken conveyances,
we were still making new memories
there,
leaving a little bit of ourselves
on the wall
and in the air
somehow marking this place
as always belonging to us,
even as we leave the keys behind.
yellow pages
best part of being
a pack rat? getting
to continually excavate
monuments
every time i open a book
or empty a box.
a pack rat? getting
to continually excavate
monuments
every time i open a book
or empty a box.
triolet; the view from my window
the view from my window
The barren branches frame the sky
A prettier shade of brown have I never seen
while bluejays southward pass them by
the barren branches frame the sky
windswept, they know they catch the eye
when surrounded by perfect green
The barren branches frame the sky
A prettier shade of brown have I never seen
The barren branches frame the sky
A prettier shade of brown have I never seen
while bluejays southward pass them by
the barren branches frame the sky
windswept, they know they catch the eye
when surrounded by perfect green
The barren branches frame the sky
A prettier shade of brown have I never seen
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Sonnet for the Greyboy reunion
It had been years since they last made music
Separate lives had treated them fine
but something inside always would click
concert creations still make music shine
they would embark on adventures renewed
laying melodies over awesome beats
greatly raising the music lover's mood
showering their ears with affectionate treats
trembling organ meets sinewy sax
drum, guitar and bass snap right into place
how well they fit, irrefutable fact
their creation grows to fit every space.
of all the returns in my life, oh damn,
if only you knew just how glad I am
(author's note: dedicated in part to the Greyboy Allstars, who've come back together to make beautiful music and are on the road supporting themselves.)
Separate lives had treated them fine
but something inside always would click
concert creations still make music shine
they would embark on adventures renewed
laying melodies over awesome beats
greatly raising the music lover's mood
showering their ears with affectionate treats
trembling organ meets sinewy sax
drum, guitar and bass snap right into place
how well they fit, irrefutable fact
their creation grows to fit every space.
of all the returns in my life, oh damn,
if only you knew just how glad I am
(author's note: dedicated in part to the Greyboy Allstars, who've come back together to make beautiful music and are on the road supporting themselves.)
Morning Coffee
Sometimes,
the anticipation is enough to get me going.
dreaming of that hot blend of sweet power
jumping into my mouth to whisper backwards
through my throat
that it's time to begin
consideration of how I'll taste it this morning
will it be head on, powerful, unrestrained
uncut by lightness or sweetness, but emerging passionately
from pot to mug to mouth?
will it be blessed by sugar and cocoa
a dulcet concoction of
dreamy deliciousness?
should I add milk,
watching the storm brew
between clashing liquids
before (with a little bit of stirring)
they give over and
become one?
should I go for piping hot and take little sips,
or let just a little heat escape
so I can enjoy more per mouthful?
will one cup be enough, or should
I make a whole pot today?
I've already dreamed of endless possibilities
before I start grinding the beans.
the anticipation is enough to get me going.
dreaming of that hot blend of sweet power
jumping into my mouth to whisper backwards
through my throat
that it's time to begin
consideration of how I'll taste it this morning
will it be head on, powerful, unrestrained
uncut by lightness or sweetness, but emerging passionately
from pot to mug to mouth?
will it be blessed by sugar and cocoa
a dulcet concoction of
dreamy deliciousness?
should I add milk,
watching the storm brew
between clashing liquids
before (with a little bit of stirring)
they give over and
become one?
should I go for piping hot and take little sips,
or let just a little heat escape
so I can enjoy more per mouthful?
will one cup be enough, or should
I make a whole pot today?
I've already dreamed of endless possibilities
before I start grinding the beans.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Injury time: ode to cell phones
Cellular phones
are great inventions, unless
you need them to work.
(author's note: you may have noticed I didn't do so well in the beginning of the month keeping on this every day. In soccer, when playing stops due to tending to injured players, they figure out roughly how much time is lost and add it back on as "injury time" to ensure the full minutes of the match are played. hence, the title of the extra poems I need to make up in addition to my daily offerings. Enjoy!)
are great inventions, unless
you need them to work.
(author's note: you may have noticed I didn't do so well in the beginning of the month keeping on this every day. In soccer, when playing stops due to tending to injured players, they figure out roughly how much time is lost and add it back on as "injury time" to ensure the full minutes of the match are played. hence, the title of the extra poems I need to make up in addition to my daily offerings. Enjoy!)
in your name
At the same time, smallest and biggest,
carrying forth the spirits of our people
is no easy task, especially when considering
an eight day old.
but I put my faith in you, Binyamin Moshe,
faith that you will be strong
where those of us before you have faltered
returning thirsty cups to waters parted
long before you were born.
carrying forth the spirits of our people
is no easy task, especially when considering
an eight day old.
but I put my faith in you, Binyamin Moshe,
faith that you will be strong
where those of us before you have faltered
returning thirsty cups to waters parted
long before you were born.
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