Monday, May 21, 2012

A Few Short Poems

Terrorist

You came from nowhere
with a bomb strapped to your heart
hoping to explode.

I write

I write because
sometimes it hurts
and I need love
beyond a person's touch.

Observe My Hue

Observe my hue
fading to a grey
and then chalk white;
written on a sidewalk
in the rain.

15 comments:

  1. Fading might often bring one to permanence. Awesome work.

    ReplyDelete
  2. i write: excellent and most true for many a poet.
    each poem here has an exploding heart.

    ReplyDelete
  3. i think my favorite is the hue one. yep.

    i might steal your idea and post little poems
    on one post. :)

    ReplyDelete
  4. Interesting...this needing love beyond a person's touch. When we try on words, we expand our wardrobe, while at the same time inviting others into our closet. Ah...there, I've said it. The closet. So much hides in there. To love it, is to love me.

    ReplyDelete
  5. i like i write and observe my hue. both are touching. beyond a person's touch is such a lasting image-thought.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks, Ed :) Let's observe some hues together.

      Delete
  6. These fit together perfectly..it's like build-up..explosion...coming down..'I write' is tucked in there but seems to shout the loudest..to me at least..Jae

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thanks, Jae. I'm usually pretty crazy over how to order things. Glad it worked out :)

      Delete
  7. You are quite talented sir...quite talented indeed

    ReplyDelete
  8. Good stuff! I connected most with "I write." I feel similarly.

    ReplyDelete

You've found your way inside my head and now there's no way out!