Watching Food Network made me think of this.
Food makes me hungry
Food Network shows all kinds.
Loves watching all shows.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Friendship
After spending an enjoyable evening with my best friend, this poem came to me.
Joyous times are few
Friendships blossoming tonight
Love makes hearts so full.
Joyous times are few
Friendships blossoming tonight
Love makes hearts so full.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Confusion
A lot has happened over the last couple of days and I have thoughts running through my head, trying to sort things out. I've also been in a Haiku mood (I think because my students are writing them).
So many feelings
So many thoughts unspoken.
Hoping they'll resolve.
So many feelings
So many thoughts unspoken.
Hoping they'll resolve.
For yesterday
So I had a very late rehearsal yesterday which prevented me from posting my poem. Here it is:
A Journey
Fast confusing thoughts
Running through my head always
Where will I end up?
A Journey
Fast confusing thoughts
Running through my head always
Where will I end up?
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Disappointment
This little haiku was written after a crushing disappointment at work.
Disappointment rips
Ripping my soul into shards
Neverending pain.
Disappointment rips
Ripping my soul into shards
Neverending pain.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Tolling Bells
I found an old design journal of mine and I reread it. This is the poem that came from it.
Tolling Bells
Tension mounts slowly.
The disappointment in
Your eyes pierces
Me worse then
Any knife blade.
I know what
You want from
Me but I’m
Unable to deliver.
It’s draining me.
I can take
Anger, I can
Take yelling, but
It’s your silence
That cuts me
To the core.
Stoic and Sphinx-like
You stare at
Me, gaze unwavering.
Your mouth is
A hard line.
Gone is the
Warmth and laughs
You’ve shown me.
Instead, it is
Now cold indifference
That I face.
The bells that
Toll In Memoriam
Of our beloved
Department Chair have
Changed the very
Air between us.
Gone is the
Mutual joking, smiles
And general
friendliness.
Instead, it’s replaced
By great tension.
Your beautiful
choreography
Is marred by
My horrid sound.
Although I push
Myself, I know
You’ll never be
Satisfied with my
Work. Even still,
Because I look
Up to you,
I will continue
To work and
Try to match
Your vision perfectly.
It’s all that
I can do.
Monday, April 8, 2013
Secrets
Like all of my poems, this one has a great deal of meaning. This was written out of anger when someone I thought I could trust betrayed it. Always a great feeling. But, on the plus side, I did get a pretty good poem out of it, so it's not all bad.
A secret revealed
Confidence broken
Trust unmoored
Words left unspoken.
Let go of the anger
Or hide the pain.
When the pain stops,
Do scars remain?
A secret revealed
Confidence broken
Trust unmoored
Words left unspoken.
Let go of the anger
Or hide the pain.
When the pain stops,
Do scars remain?
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