That darkness
between lights,
more fearful
for its suddenness.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Beyond Eyes
Forever ended
before now began
to capture
each other
in the lens
of our eyes
beyond eyes
next time
we see
another
will be
memories
light & colors
scents
of our introduction
see us
concealed
parting ways
&
recollections
impressions
of our
sentimental brevity
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
dVerse Poets Pub: Open Link Night #126
before now began
to capture
each other
in the lens
of our eyes
beyond eyes
next time
we see
another
will be
memories
light & colors
scents
of our introduction
see us
concealed
parting ways
&
recollections
impressions
of our
sentimental brevity
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
dVerse Poets Pub: Open Link Night #126
Tearing
They were only words
from a voice,
but I heard the sound
of something tearing
below the level
of my thoughts.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
from a voice,
but I heard the sound
of something tearing
below the level
of my thoughts.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Wobble
I wobble
in an uncertain step,
nearly fall
but for my wall,
just within reach,
a hand's touch away.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
in an uncertain step,
nearly fall
but for my wall,
just within reach,
a hand's touch away.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Our Love
Our love, a cord of twisted strands, unraveling at the knot we tied.
#americansentence
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
#americansentence
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Resistance
An arcing of current
passes between us,
voltage finds our path,
this energy will flow,
do you feel the charge
through your resistance?
©Eusebeia Philos
passes between us,
voltage finds our path,
this energy will flow,
do you feel the charge
through your resistance?
©Eusebeia Philos
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Magic
Call it down,
bring it on,
that magic
when your hands
weave the air,
your head tilts,
hearing music
from above,
dancing,
enchanting.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Saturday, November 23, 2013
World
The fascination of this world
is its brokenness
wrapped & held in
tiny tethers of beauty
brittle
fragile
stretched
hanging by a thread
dawn breaks
& something else
is sure to drop
& shatter today
the constant repair
to keep it going
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
is its brokenness
wrapped & held in
tiny tethers of beauty
brittle
fragile
stretched
hanging by a thread
dawn breaks
& something else
is sure to drop
& shatter today
the constant repair
to keep it going
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Saturday, November 16, 2013
Earring in '77
At the party
Gladys was eating Oreos
& squeezing a plastic cup
of flat beer
when she offered
to pierce my ear
in the night
off-campus,
that apartment
where Morgan
fell off balcony
of Paul's sermon,
spirit of tequila deadened.
Morgan beat the physics of a falling body
& his two-story
Galileo drop
while Gladys
had me hold
a gold post
in a shot of disinfectant
vodka,
she's close enough
to numb my lobe with ice,
to stare at her robust mouth -
gap-filling crumbs between her teeth
& Procol Harem
reassure me
& a gold post punctures flesh
into potato backup.
An emergency room visit
& Morgan's still unconscious,
unable to see
my flash gold earring
and the reasons
to make the drive home
in bleary dawn.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Gladys was eating Oreos
& squeezing a plastic cup
of flat beer
when she offered
to pierce my ear
in the night
off-campus,
that apartment
where Morgan
fell off balcony
of Paul's sermon,
spirit of tequila deadened.
Morgan beat the physics of a falling body
& his two-story
Galileo drop
while Gladys
had me hold
a gold post
in a shot of disinfectant
vodka,
she's close enough
to numb my lobe with ice,
to stare at her robust mouth -
gap-filling crumbs between her teeth
& Procol Harem
reassure me
& a gold post punctures flesh
into potato backup.
An emergency room visit
& Morgan's still unconscious,
unable to see
my flash gold earring
and the reasons
to make the drive home
in bleary dawn.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Thursday, November 14, 2013
American Sentences for dVerse Poets Pub
The glory all see shining from inside her life hides from her own eyes.
Rain falls on an empty park bench, an umbrella floats in a puddle.
He rested his head on her memory, the only trace she left for him.
His conscience was the critic sitting in the audience of his life.
She slides her finger across the spines of books on her shelf, deciding.
She refuses to accept a rose without the thorns - and the blood they draw.
We can leave clues to find our way back - if staying lost together fails.
All she would ever be to him was marvelous, distant perfection.
With a torch in his hand, he lined up the straw men for execution.
It's been a while since I've stopped in at the Poets Pub. I'm glad I swung the pub doors open today when I saw that Gay Reiser Cannon had presented us the task of writing some American Sentences. Perfect. I've been experimenting writing American Sentences on Twitter since I stumbled across them in the same book that Gay referred to, Kim Addonizio's Ordinary Genius, A Guide for the Poet Within. I've found this form of seventeen syllables to be less restrictive than haiku and a great way to launch creative thoughts when I feel stuck for a longer form.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Rain falls on an empty park bench, an umbrella floats in a puddle.
He rested his head on her memory, the only trace she left for him.
His conscience was the critic sitting in the audience of his life.
She slides her finger across the spines of books on her shelf, deciding.
She refuses to accept a rose without the thorns - and the blood they draw.
We can leave clues to find our way back - if staying lost together fails.
All she would ever be to him was marvelous, distant perfection.
With a torch in his hand, he lined up the straw men for execution.
It's been a while since I've stopped in at the Poets Pub. I'm glad I swung the pub doors open today when I saw that Gay Reiser Cannon had presented us the task of writing some American Sentences. Perfect. I've been experimenting writing American Sentences on Twitter since I stumbled across them in the same book that Gay referred to, Kim Addonizio's Ordinary Genius, A Guide for the Poet Within. I've found this form of seventeen syllables to be less restrictive than haiku and a great way to launch creative thoughts when I feel stuck for a longer form.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Misunderstanding
Words strung together
by the fluent tongue
to ink and paper
created in innocence
for a discerning ear
born to please
monsters they became
in misunderstanding
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
by the fluent tongue
to ink and paper
created in innocence
for a discerning ear
born to please
monsters they became
in misunderstanding
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Yearning
All your yearnings,
each a whispered prayer,
ascend to a high place,
let the rain fall,
complete its way,
let it splash in answers
on your face
turned up
in question
to the sky.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Your Heart
Your heart
confesses an eloquent
ruby flow,
bleeds poison,
potent by love's sting
that should have been
a kiss to heal.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Monday, November 4, 2013
One Way
She walks
the long way
ankle-twisting
rough gravel
barely a road
through waves
of rippled hills
ascending
never looks behind
to see the time
already far gone
from unravel
rusted wire fences
stitch both sides
in firm denial
heavy weighted clouds
above & ahead
where is shelter?
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
the long way
ankle-twisting
rough gravel
barely a road
through waves
of rippled hills
ascending
never looks behind
to see the time
already far gone
from unravel
rusted wire fences
stitch both sides
in firm denial
heavy weighted clouds
above & ahead
where is shelter?
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
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