Saturday, May 15, 2010

Heavenly Creatures


















Poetry



Poetry would not move you
passion could not persuade you to want me
All my mellow dramatics, wounded and battered looks
could not incite your regard.

Despite the worth of a thousand words
by design your heart would not melt
faced with my outrage and tears
Somatic pleasure and sweet embraces
could not arouse your affections-
nor compel the need to debase yourself
to a level of shameful infatuation.

Poetry would not move you
challanged by your good breeding and
cultivated snobbery,
intimacy could hardly tempt your emotions-
love is not easily made in your bed.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

One Art...



The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
-Elizabeth Bishop

Wednesday, May 5, 2010