So I write a lot of poetry but never post it. Figured I’d share some.
One, the kind of stuff I normally write:
It’s because of fire that I loved you:
because of the heat, the brightness
and the shadows you cast in me; because
we could destroy everything
in the path of our need, and because we burned
so prettily together, like stars.
And a second, because Matthew (who likes rhythm and rhyme) asked me to write a poem about him and the dog:
O once there was a little pup
who truly loved his boy –
and where the master went, the puppy
followed like a toy.
They ran through grass, they ran through snow,
they ran through puddles deep,
and after dinner, one on couch,
and one in crate, they’d sleep.
The boy loved puppy very much
except for when he peed
in places that he shouldn’t have –
a truly awful deed.
The boy would scold his little dog
and swing his envelope,
but in spite of any scolding,
puppy never seemed to mope.
He followed boy, no matter what,
excited, not subdued,
especially when in boy’s hand
he saw a bit of food.
And so the pup, his boy, and girl
lived happily together,
having snacks and licks and love
forever and forever.
And what the hell; if you made it this far, a bonus third:
I must confess, I have lost your letter,
the one you scrawled in pencil
sitting in the airport, waiting for your plane.
I envision you scribbling: head bent,
black hair falling like a crow’s wing
to shelter frantic eyes. You were flying
from home, on a desperate search for yourself.
(Did it work? You never said.)
You came back bearing a gift – my name
written impossibly small on a grain of rice.
How tiny, how perfect, how little
it amounted to.