[Poem] Care for A Flower

It was a flower
That’s what they told me when I came across that stem
And that flower had a voice
They said that flower caused others to sway with the Sun

[Poem] What’s Wrong, What’s Wright

When I pull the petals from over my eyes
I expect that only the nectar of life would remain
I expect that bees would catch my attention
And sunlight would inflame my members such that I grow again

Poets in Business

poetry teaches us to wrestle with and simplify complexity. Harman Industries founder Sidney Harman once told The New York Times, “I used to tell my senior staff to get me poets as managers. Poets are our original systems thinkers.

A History of Prose, Slightly Formatted

Given some events this week, I’ve been given some extra time to learn a few things new. One of those new(ish) items on my plate has been to explore a bit more the use of TiddlyWiki for my personal use. After stumbling upon a working PAMP server for my Nokia N8, I next got to work relearning TiddlyWiki and how I could best utilize it as a notebook. What’s been most interesting so far is that I’m finding that there are pieces of my life that I’ve not done the best job of keeping organized. At this moment, that happens to be my collections of poetry. Besides stumbling onto the fact that I’ve really got a lot written, that much of it is in a document format that isn’t usable on most devices without a MS Word viewer is pretty discouraging.

Poem: Thirty-3

There are three before me
Then a dash
Then three after me
Then some space

Poem: Velo-Valentine (If Pedals Pedaled Closer)

My car was taken from me
I couldn’t get any closer to her if the wind would let me
So I managed to find my pedals
And take in the gear by gear 

Poem: A Sun’s Reality Press

Even when the picture of a rising sun is rested
I’m only a few minutes away from the press
French processes bean me with pressure sometimes unbearable
And I’m left under the water hoping the tide turns back

Poem: Fall into Winter’s Spring Breath

If her breath were near me, it would settle leaves that turn me like covers
Nothing left but to fall into her winter spring

Poem: Melody of a Spouse

Your eyes are set in a city with cracked bells
The men who were called to action follow other tones
And therefore the rhythm you pursue rings off-center

Poem: Glamorous Faith

The way that it was pictured for me
You would speak then believe
Believe then receive
And troubles that would intercede
Would simply be a moment to heed
As the leaves of your faith simply flowered on display.

Poem: Remembered As Anything But Wasted

If you read the stories they’ll tell you I wasted it
The noise they loved to hear
The actions they loved to jeer
They would tell you that I’m not going to reap the benefit of it all
Because I wasted it on this one choice

Poem: Hearing Dreams and Heartbeats

When I set myself towards an unfamilar place
That crevice in time where there’s action, reaction, and response
I’m listening for something similar