YOUNG GIRLS
(2002)
Do young girls
feel the heat?
Or the cold?
They walk along,
seemingly impervious
to extremes -
of both want and weather.
Hair flippingly,
chatteringly alive,
their focus solely
on
one another.
They turn to speak,
to laugh together.
Their essence
shimmers
like the heat
from the sidewalk
blessed
by their feet.
Unconscious of the cars,
and the people,
and the clouds
that pass around them,
They exist
in this instant
only for themselves.
Unbroken,
unapologetic,
unaware
that in their moment
they are beautiful.
DEATH AND REBIRTH OF THE AMERICAN DREAM
(1990)
Busted light
with a broken cord
screen door slamming
on an empty yard.
Gravel flying down the drive
let's take the car and steal the night.
Forever starts here
if you'll only say.
For what we've bought now
we may never pay.
The radio's playing our favorite song
I'll leave right now
if you'll come along.
We can seize the moment
and forget the past.
The memories
from here on out
are the only ones that last.
Our lives are starting here, tonight.
This time we'll make
our choices right.
Forgive me for what
I'm bound to do
and I'll extend the same to you.
Extenuating circumstance,
the time is now,
Let's take our chance.
5 comments:
House Guest
When they brought her home
from the hospital, it seemed
like a good idea
to keep her. Then she started
knocking things over, messing
herself and screaming
in the middle of the night
She looked at me
like I was the stranger
I told Mom it might be a good
idea to bring her back
She was too much
But Mom said
Grandma
would be staying
I LOVE it! That is perfect! Short, sweet and heartbreakingly funny.
HEY - where did my comment go?
Ok - I am reposting.
I like to think of myself as a wild/crazy/liberal/out-of-the-box-thinker/unconventional kinda guy. But I have to tell you - I liked the poem that rhymed. What??? I totally had myself pegged as a free verse fella.
Actually, it could be that I was drawn to the themes/ideas/emotion of that piece and the rhyme just enhanced my pleasure.
Thank you for pleasing me - and then enhancing my pleasure.
Bravo!
I am into Giza's poem as well. I love a suprise ending! I would use the word "muscular" to describe that poem!
Bravo!
Bix - my post disappeared too! Anyway, what I said was that I often like the rhyming verse better as well because I think it requires more skill to pull off. I feel like most of my rhyming poems are lyrical in nature, and I often have a "feel" as if they were set to a certain genre of music, but no music itself.
As for Giza's poem, I like it on many levels, but especially its innocent tone, then you get popped with the ending. Brilliant.
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