Sailor's Reply Series 2

 (a reply to Siren Song by Margaret Atwood)

I'm not stupid. I know what you think 

Of me

About to leap onto sharp rocks to save her

I know that love should not be so pointed

And no man has ever gone

Where I go now and lived to tell

What would you have me do?

Sit safe and dry aboard this ship 

And steel my heart and look past her cry 

For help and on towards the fuzzy horizon

I know I will leap like I know the sun

Will rise in the morning and maybe this time

It will not rise on another 

Shattered set of bones sprawled across the rocks

Sailor's Reply

(a reply to Siren Song by Margaret Atwood)

There is nothing I would like more 

Then to splinter my bones on the sharp rocks

If it will save you

If you need help, 

I can be--no I must be

The one who can save you

Even if the proof of the failure of every man before me

Lays skewered on the sharp rocks below me

I know in my heart

I will be the one to save you.

Poems from a game

 Hear each voice

As above so below

The barons forget what the workers know

Each of our voices is raised in a call

Do not forget why your islands don't fall

Even the mountain grinds down to dust

You can't control that all iron rusts

These chains will snap and some day we

Will breathe together then we'll be free

To my Yevette

I'll never forget the first time I saw violet, never knew the color truly until I saw it in your eyes, I will not lie, they light up my night and I just wish the first time that we kissed I could freeze time, I'd never leave you behind and don't you mind the future or the past and we both know this won't last and I have to laugh but I would rather watch a zeplin crash then admit it but I can't quit you and violets are still my favorite.

Your eyes

I know they're not stars 

Because they do not burn me

And they seem close enough to lay kisses

Across your eyelids

Otherwise, 

I do not know the difference

Day 29: I won't say it

 Your lips are clouds and now I don't ever want sunshine again

I wish I were a cat

Or a mouse

Or a creature who can curl up in a warm place and just absorb

Like a sponge, this feeling

Instead of feeling like my stomach is being wrung out.

I want to make this profane, 

Or sacred, 

Or trussed up in metaphors and colors and other useless things

But the truth has never been more lovely

I want to shout it from the rooftops 

And whisper it into the rustling grasses of the meadow where I sleep

In my den of soft hay and sweet acorns

And hide from myself the cat 

And fall so deeply into this feeling that I drown 

In truth

Day 27:

 What do you do with a BA in environmental education?

(Inspired by Amanda Lovelace)

Use it to love each robin like a lost child

Treat each child like a song

And discover treasure at the base of every tree

Use it to scream into the void about the broken world

We live in. Tear at power structures like

They are merely crepe paper wrappers and not 

The foundations of a rotting world

Use it to believe in something

The light in the darkness 

Because all these lost children

And fat robins 

Must be worth fighting for

Day 26: for Squee

 Playful paw falls rush across the living room

Now the kitchen, now the bath, little black cat zoom

Mews when she's hungry or she wants attention too

Loves to watch kitty TV, loves to cuddle you