Monday, February 28, 2011

Communal Sight #1: Each Hundred Years--

Each hundred years
we look into another’s eyes too deep
and turn away mind-torn
blundering, blind, we frighten passers-by
they see old souls closely riding on our face
            the world explodes
            stone shattered, light scattered
            hands tremble, dissemble
            breaking, shaking
            crumbling, rumbling
Old Foundations Halt And Stand
we land, breathless, bruised
hold tightly to warm earth
rise slowly, forget nightmares
renew dreams, walk free.

Unfortunately, sometime last century,
some morning clear and cold
some young innocent looked sweet and deep
into a double lens, saw eyes and earth
and knew them
walked gravely out into the pale new light
and delicately smashed to powder minds’ foundations
we drank them bitter

Now every day
we look into our mirrored eyes too deep
and turn away mind-closed
polite and straight we mingle with the crowd
we’re all old souls inside a young fa├žade

Monday, February 21, 2011

Communal Sight: Attack of the Body Snatchers!

Have you ever seen that movie? It inspired you to poetry immediately, right? No? Well, maybe I'm a little different. Anyways, “Communal Sight” is a collection of eleven poems, most of them written in response to an Honors class I took called “America: Site Under Construction.” During our discussion of American history in this class, we watched The Attack of the Body-Snatchers and discussed its relationship to the Communist scares of the 1950s, especially the loss of trust in societal structures.
            In reflecting on our class discussion and this movie, I started thinking about the emotional impact of damaged trust, which extends beyond this particular time period. Part of what, to me, makes the movie so horrific is the transformation of and betrayal of intimates; mother and son, close friends, lovers, etc. However, this emotional destruction continues today whenever a trusted person betrays another.
In these poems, I’ve tried to express these and other related ideas; the impossibility of really “knowing” a person, contradictions in how people see each other, the emotional betrayal, and the loss of foundations for trust and community.
I'll be posting the poems one at a time over the next 11 weeks.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Dickinson Thoughts

I
I saw you
Standing there
And wondered
That you smiled.
Do you, then, have no care?
Or does pain pass as lightly as a butterfly...
and vanish.

II
Laughter springing up like wine bubbles
effervescing from a bottle
deep within,
rises to vanish in the clouds
or sinks to drown within my well of thought

III
Every poet
is different
each one has their own mark
sad, peaceful, or merely drifting into nothingness
each one treads the path
of deepened thought.

IV
It is good to dream, but not too much
or else the soul,
reveling in choruses of thought
should cease to hear the birds
and feel the earth.

7/28/97

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Cats

black cats
          summer artists
                   lazily
                             langorously
                                      they drape themselves on stones
                                                arrange themselves in jet patterns
tail
to
tail

crouch

flattened in hot undergrowth

dark shadows curled on green lawns.

(their eyes are summer dandelions
          yellow
                    still)