NationalPoetryMonth

All That Glitters

Posted by Tim at 11:07 on 2011/04/25

Apr 252011

you trotted through my world
leaving broken promises
crushed dreams
and my shattered heart
in your wake
then grinned at all the shards

“See,” you said,
“I leave a sparkly trail
everywhere I go!”

fork

Posted by Tim at 02:19 on 2011/04/21

Apr 212011

One brief, bitter kiss
passed lightly ‘cross our lips.

A broken heart
is the most exquisite pain.

Scene of the

Posted by Tim at 17:11 on 2011/04/18

Apr 182011

crime of the heart
yellow tape stretched tight
DO NOT CROSS
DO NOT CROSS

The Rub

Posted by Tim at 04:02 on 2011/04/13

Apr 132011

I massage her feet.
She smiles and moans
and holds my hand
with her unusually long toes.

fortnight

Posted by Tim at 14:13 on 2011/04/11

Apr 112011

The full moon makes me lonely
Then my aches wane away
Till a new moon makes a promise
Of darker nights but brighter days

Def Poetry

Posted by Tim at 02:43 on 2011/04/06

Apr 062011

This a National Poetry Month Twofer. I’ve spent a lot of time in the classroom and this first bit I’ve read a few times, usually either unattributed or incorrectly attributed. Taylor Mali deserves the credit for this piece, but he is gracious in acknowledging that he may not get it. You can read about that on his site. And the next time teachers are getting trashed by politicians or the media or some spoiled, entitled child [of any age], which seems to be happening quite a lot these days, I hope you’ll think of this:

I hadn’t heard this piece before, but since I’m greeted daily by two mutts I had to share it too.

RRR: Driven

Posted by Tim at 19:02 on 2011/04/03

Apr 032011

I put this little project together last year for National Poetry Month. The inspiration for it was many years ago, but, as these things often do, it took on a new facet more recently.

NPM Wrap-up

Posted by Tim at 16:27 on 2010/04/29

Apr 292010

National Poetry Month is nearly at an end. I’ll still be writing [and posting] of course, but here is a list of links to the poems I posted this month. Comments are closed on the older ones, but feel free to leave a note here if you like.

Hand in Hand

Posted by Tim at 21:42 on 2010/04/27

Apr 272010

Arthritis has bent our hands
from the supple petals
they used to be
into gnarled root-like clubs.
Our fingers
no longer intertwine.
It doesn’t feel the same.
Of course,
it doesn’t feel the same.
We are not the same.
We are older,
and weaker and stronger.
And still we hold
on to each other.
We can not
we will not
ever let go.