Last night’s PACKED #poetryparty house, panorama by Joshua Kristal.
This is me in all my post-performance glory!
I got both of my books signed, I got hugs from Tracy K. Smith AND Philip Levine, oh and I even got...
thorny fingers flick the flesh
and i have thought
iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou
and you’re there but i cannot touch you
i cannot touch you
“This — For the Moon — Yes?” by Carl Sandburg.
from Slabs of the Sunburnt West, published in 1922.
“The Sound of the Trees” by Robert Frost.
Mountain Interval, 1916.
Poem submission by 1forbiddenlove
Dear Little One,
The world is going great for you right now,
Soon the weight of the world will lay on you.
Turning your body into a constant bow,
Because your naive mind can’t handle the truth.
One of the ones you hold dear,
Will be gone in two years.
You’ll deal with pain and depression,
Another 2, 3 years you’ll go through self-realization.
I just want to warn you ahead of time,
So maybe you’ll have a chance to change our screwed up life.
This isn’t just some nonsense rhyme,
Don’t you even think ‘bout touching those pills or that knife.
When you catch yourself thinking,
About that boy.
And you swear to God you hear bells ringing;
He just wants a cheap toy.
He will break you and then he’ll look down,
And he’ll be smiling, watching your tears make you drown.
People will whisper and stare,
The know the rumors-who, what, and where.
When you get to where I am,
You are going to be lonely, tired, and just want to quit.
Your thoughts will make you believe everything is an illusion- a scam,
But when you finally find yourself, hun, you’re going to be brilliant.
:,( my life