Java Verses

Spinning,
twirling,
I draw out
my terrycloth
crusaders cape,
capture him,
small and warm
into my arms.

Trapped by
my body,
I bend low,
press my lips
to his nape.
Whisper
“I love you”
and hope
he can hear
it echo in his skin.

This poem was written for my son Rowan December 8th 2005, and was published in a local Houston Poetry Mag called “The Panhandler” (http://www.thepanhandler.org/) around 6 months later. For some reason, I never did get around to putting it up on my blog till today.

Falling, soothingly falling
Making tracks of black mascara
Marring perfectly made up lips
Turning peach toned skin
Into a watery gray,
Now stripped as a chain gang,
Best suits,
She knells her head

(This was written sometime in the late 90s)

Long hair
Long nails
Tight skirt
Tight shirt
Pink hearts
Purple stars
Plastered on
With glitter
Teetering in
My high heels
I feel . . .
Disgraced

Aged sandals,
Short hair,
Chipped nails
Stained dirty jeans
And dreams
Faded tank top,
Passive hues adorn me
I am comfortable
In a thrift store hat
This is me

Clumsily I cringe,
Claustrophobic,
I can’t cram
Your mold is unpadded
I am short
My feelings are delicate
You need to know now
I fear stepping inside,
I refuse to be refitted
I won’t suffer it,
My pride would not
Endure the battering


This is another piece written back in “those days”
(written & 1st edited aug 7 2001, major redraft Aug 15 2001)

I hide myself in verse
Masked in metaphors
Alliteration, alliteration
Alleviates aggravation
So hard to say it straight up
I weave, wavering in resolve