Butterfly Cauldron

The nearest thing we have to a death panel in the United States is an insurance company claims adjuster.

Fight with a Friend

What can I say?
Watching you derail
And spin apart
Knowing there isn't anything
I can do
Is taking a part of me
I thought was safe
And turning it into
A place where
Monsters live.

Labels: poetry, sadness

I'm thinking of calling the collection Ordinary Things. Lately, that's how I'm writing. I look at something and think, I could write a poem about that, and then...well. Here are a few more I've written. Wrote three in one day! Less than that really, cause I was just sitting in the doctor's waiting room... My muse is Very Very Strange.

Waiting Room

The key to
getting in to see
the doctor
Is to pull out
a book or attempt to write a poem or
scribble a grocery list.
The Waiting Room
cannot stand
to be ignored.


Garnet

It was smaller than
I expected but
I love it.
Now I paint my
Fingernails to
Draw attention to it.
Sitting on my finger,
Having banished all other
Rings to the
Jewelry box,
It tells me that
Garnets are for
Strength and Protection.
Far better than those
Colorless, Flashy diamonds
That always disappear
On a finger.
Doesn't the world look
Better in Red, it asks.
Isn't it nice to take
Fire whereever you go?
Anyone can have
A diamond, but
I get to wear the
Pulse of the World on
My hand.

Orange Soda (A love letter)

Before you there was
never anything but
Dr. Pepper or Sprite in
my refrigerator.
Since you, I am drinking
orange soda and
eating jellybeans and
listening to music made with synthisizers.
I'm waking up to your
Haven't Had Coffee So I'm Not Human Yet
face and
Finding your t-shirts on the
bathroom floor next to the
towels you never pick up.
Now dinner is no longer
cereal or Pop Tarts or
Bake It Yourself pizza
And you won't let me
Stay mad when a
news update interrupts
my favorite show.
You get up at 6 a.m.
even though you don't have to
so you can kiss me
goodbye before I go
to work and you
always kiss me hello when
I get home.

Labels: poetry

So. I've been thinking about a new collection of poems. They're really hard for me to write, but I think that's good. Anyway, I have a first draft ready to go.

New Shoes

When I saw them,
I had to have them.
Red plaid flannel, soft and warm.
They don't match anything and
I wear them all the time.

They remind me of the shirts
my father used to wear.
Practical.
Durable.
A wardrobe staple.

Sometimes, I wear my new shoes
and I cry.
He's not so sturdy
Anymore
Not indomitable.

Now, when I see him, he's
tripped by pain.
He talks through tight jaws,
trying to keep the pain from seeping
out to infect me.

He likes to pretend nothing
has changed.
He likes to pretend he'll always be here.
But he hasn't worn red plaid
in years.

Labels: family, poetry

So, these are Not Very Good photos of my engagement ring, but they're the best I have at the moment. My camera is apparently a piece of crap that needs to be replaced and so I had to take these with my phone. Oh well.



I like this one. See my bunny in the background?



Ok, so the center stone is a garnet and there are two little diamonds on either side. The band is white gold. Is very nice, even though this picture doesn't really show that. Boo cameras!



Also, Rain has absolutely nothing to do with this ring, but she wanted everyone to know she approves. Or maybe it's that she wants pets. Hrm....

Labels: engagement, good news, happyhappy, marriage, Rain