Tuesday, May 5, 2009

The birth of a blog

And here are the first few poems to inaugurate this foray into the poetry-blogging world.  If only you (my dear readers that must have wandered far to stumble on this blog) could have read my first poems, but really I'm so glad you can't, you'd understand how far I've come.  Perhaps in five years I'll say the same about these babies.  But here goes, the blog begins with this tentative post, like I'm sliding a paper towards you with an offer I'm not sure you'll accept: 
 
A response  

He sings me. 
He highs and lows, 
Plucks and bows
Opens up and reads me   

He wilds and tames like dancing flames 
Like cinnamon candy, or sweet burning brandy 
Over cherries jubilee.   

He winds and spools, 
Suns and cools, 
Drinks me down and holds me. 
Enfolds me 
Open his eyes and beholds me   

He changes, ranges, 
Ascends and mends 
And like a wheel he turns me, 
Heals and burns me   

Wakes and breaks, 
Soothes and aches, 
And like the wind he shakes me 
May, July and Decembers me 
And he remembers me.       


You are   

You are the moth to my favorite sweater. 
The moment after my pen runs out of ink. 
You are the morning after bad fish. 
You are the mud puddle, 
That I didn’t see until too late 
And I get soaked to the knee. 
You are the flat tire for the umteenth time leaving me stranded in a place 
Where the wind never stops howling 
And the rain is always cold. 
You are old gum. 
Canine tumors. 
Wet hair on a cold day. 
You are, 
Unpleasant.     

Worker's Compensation  
 
I never knew until I knew. 
Each day in your presence 
Takes a teaspoon of my soul
Time I'll never reclaim.
I don't hate you, But I miss those pieces.
Will you give me back the soul I lost, 
The time I gave and talent I wasted?     

  - by Amy Kyle

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