Artery

Coursing
Through the artery
Every cell for itself

This cell
Lays on its horn
"My oxygen
Is more important than
Yours"

That cell throws
The finger
Swerves

Every cell
Wants to
Get there
Get there
Get there

Course away
Speed away
From the heart
To so many
Places

No one will get there
First
And every cell
Will give up its oxygen
In the end

Bitter

That taste
Of so many thankless tasks
If I beat my head
Against the wall
One more time

I'll break through to daylight
On the other side

Roll off your pillow

Roll off your pillow
Do it again
Or stay in bed
Like you think it's
The End

Slap on a smile
Throw on your pants
Don't think ahead
About circumstance

Drink The Man's coffee
Say you believe him
Then sharpen your teeth
And your words
Just to spite him

The sun will come up
Just as surely as taxes
And light will still move
Faster than faxes

Now roll off your pillow
It's time to get started
You're ready and kicking
Not dead or departed

Hiatus

After one year
And one day
All of the business
Faded away

She picked up a colored pencil
Refusing the gray
Marking in reds
Hazy blues
Hazy days

Still in a cubicle
But somehow
Away.

Dreaming

Sometimes so real
You feel it
Crawl over you
In your sleep

Adorn Yourself

Classic, romantic, stylish and colorful are just a few words that come to mind when I think of Sharon Clancy's remarkable jewelry. With photos so crisp that they almost become three dimensional on the screen, it is clear that Sharon is meticulous in creating her beautiful pieces.

If all of this were not enough, Sharon also uses the finest materials. Amethyst, onyx, labradorite, and kyanite are some of the delicious stones featured in her shop, and there are many, many others for those of use who are choosy about what we like to wear. What is more, her work is affordable, too. It is clear that any one of her pieces will last for many years to come, so don't hold back, this jewelry is an investment.

Please visit one my best Etsy friends at www.sharonclancydesigns.etsy.com.

Color Me Phototastic

From art prints and photo greeting cards to folk art vintage photo dolls with original stories and photo sachets, maclancy definitely understands diversity in her art. She doesn't just stop with a fantastic photo, she creates something new from each snapshot.

Browsing through her shop, you will travel back in time, when life was simpler. You'll stop for a moment, and think about how rich our lives are with history ... take a moment and visit her at www.maclancy.etsy.com. Your day will be just a little bit brighter.

Turning Over a New Leaf

Spring is such a wonderful time for fresh beginnings. With that being said, I've decided to open up this blog to new possibilities. Besides, I don't think it is nearly as interesting to read my poetry as it is to discover new artists and new beauty.

Without further ado, please check out one of my best Etsy friend's shops, the talented Laurie of elleabelle.

Laurie is a special woman. The talented mother of two, she finds time to create fresh, hip jewelry that is alive with color and impeccable style. How does she do it? The mystery and allure can only be explained as a feast for the eyes.

To see the full range of her talent (I included some of my favorite earrings here), visit Laurie at www.elleabelle.etsy.com.

Enjoy!

You

Across from me
Your back
A mountain range
Warm and yet
Untouchable
Gently heaving in and out
The things
That we do not discuss

Swimming

Arms reach over and over
Bending windmills
Through the water

Laps across the blue
Lapse of time
To dive into

There are no sharks
In the chlorine bath
Follow the impossible
Invisible path

Eyes shut tight
And fingers fused
Kick until your legs
Are bruised

Quiet

Body heavy against the chair
Elbows heavy on the table
Holding an old postcard
Up to the light

Rat Race

We
Flying down
Long paved corridors
Almost brushing shoulders
In our metal machines
Of death

We
Scramble about
For a bit of trash
A bit of something
That smells good
But burns
All the way down

The day is too long
But never long enough
And
To be ahead
Is only
To be
A
Head

Forget

About the day
Scratching behind you on
Razor legs

Forget the furrow
Of his brow

Tomorrow is glass
Fogged over

The time to be
Is now.

Version 1

This is the one that arrives late at night
Nobody reads it
It doesn't feel right

Today

When the sun begins
Turning the sky

Mountains way over there
Black as the night

Deep in my mug of
Waking coffee

I'll blink back the night
Seep down

Into my mug
Sink right down

I'll wait for the gray sound of doves
Singing the sun alive

I'll wait for the sun to crawl
Over my windowsill

Pour liquid new light
Over my unmade bed

(c) 2008

The Office

Deep in the fluorescent forest
Where nary a spider can hide
I plug into the workload
Money to be typed

The air is thick
With ticking and tapping
The receptionist
Would rather be napping

Like IVs sucking it straight
From our veins
We hook up to telephones
Headphones and
Screens

Where are the clouds
And the leaves underfoot?
We are covered in paper
And mousepad soot

Wake up now!
Look lively
Hoofed bosses
Make rounds

I'm under your thumb
And
I don't make
A sound

(c) 2008

Monday Morning

Chasing down the freeway
Music soaking my brain
From both sides
Chasing down two tiny canals

Watching the traffic weave
Following my own thread
Between two lines
Watching the world blur by

Breathing deep before the gray
Green cloud of the city closes over
That last long hill before the city
Breathing in sunlight and sky

(c) 2008

Paper

My right hand
Tight against you

My thoughts
Press my eyes
Down on you

So blankly staring back at me

Push the ink down into you
Soaking through to the one
Behind you

So many of you waiting
With your ashen faces

(c) 2008

Cake

I'd like to bake an idea
Two raw thoughts
Sift in some wisdom
Sweeten the deal
With laughter
And stir

Bake that idea
Warm it through
Until the toothpick
Comes out
Clean

Ice the idea
Like wrapping a present
In silky whipped frosting

The idea is ready
Share some with me
Grab a fork

We're going to taste it
Let it melt over and under
Our tongues

We are going to
Have my idea
And eat it
Too

(c) 2008

In the Late Hours

Late at night
Computer light
Music like tin kettles
In a rainstorm

The reflection
Of me on the inside
Of the windows
There is no rainstorm

Dust is sifting
Squeezing under
I'm dreaming
Of a rainstorm

Clouds floating over
My mind is full of them
Bring the smell of wet
Or a rainstorm.

(c) 2008