Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Original Poems I

MUNDANE 


Dust Bunnies 
Big round puff balls 
floating freely
As you step past them they catch even the slightest wind from you and fly,
Fly away

Dust Bunnies come in all shapes 
They come in all sizes
Some are created from dust and dirt
But some are formed from more elegant things, like the strings from you mothers cashmere sweater 

Although the dust bunnies live so freely 
So carefree, so happily 
They always end up in the same place...
The garbage 


Once in a while a dust bunny will get lucky  
They will not be disturbed and will find a quiet place to stay 
A place ware they won't get bothered with vacuums and brooms 
And they can stay there peacefully and still, carefree 






Concrete Poem 
A Bit to Fit 

             A bit is hard to fit                                                                  A bit is hard to fit
            why                               you                                                                             some                                  of
         may                                       ask                            bit                                       them                                      need
     and                                              I'll      Is different and has a unique mouth      easy                                                  bits
         tell                                       you                               bit                                  and                                            others
          that                                      it's                                                                       need                                        hard
               very                          hard                                                                            harsher                              ones
                    because each horse                                                                                           a snaffle bit is my favorite





PANTOUM
The Field

Looking at the open fields
I finally feel free 
I feel that if I wanted to run I could 
Just keep running and running forever

I finally feel free 
Standing in the open field
Just keep running and running forever
I will go right into the sunset ahead

Standing in the open field
I feel that if I keep walking 
I will go right into the sunset ahead 
And never be bothered to come back again 

Looking at the open fields
I feel that if I keep walking
And never be bothered to come back again
I feel that if I wanted to run I could

 

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