I watch while the mountains crumble

a piece of flotsam in the passing
why am I seeing it from afar
my hair plastered to my skull
salt sticks into me
that abrasive feeling does not leave
when did my feet get webbed
when did I sprout wings
the ocean sleeps in front of me
sky is running away
that flotsam is a piece of a mountain
the world is unusually calm
while I accept the gift of peace

"I wanted to be the last redwood, now I pirouette with the jinx"

crooked window

nay, I did not say that

not anything anyone need know

how did the whispers get heard

why did the wind spin a tale

plucking from the silky depths

you stand behind that window

your reflection looms large

I stare angrily at that

muttering under my breath

when did you steal my veil

soon your face will get blue,

turning you into an apostrophe

the frames will engulf you

I will keep counting the branches

while you cut out the slashes

"you a faceless entity, hiding behind the city"

commas in the pauses

this isn't really about me
this isn't really about you
this isn't not even about the two
what is this about, you might ask
I say, this is amalgamation
of I know not what

yes, you heard that right
I never asked you to feast here
or to ogle at the pauses
or the commas as some might say

I am not going to charm you
you keep away from the graphs
I never dangled the space
I presumed it to be robust
to hold under its own steam
your pigheadedness broke into it

"when the wings fall apart, you will exist not"

unmasked

you see me as someone serious

who is always buried in books

writes poetry at drop of a hat

you don't know me at all

I wait every night

buried in shadows

a mask

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Why not write a poem or a story in exactly 160 characters each Sunday? Spaces included! Head for Monkey Man for Sunday 160!

ode to shoes

Starting with this, I will write an ode to anything or everything I can think of. Of course I won't be able to get anywhere near Pablo Neruda's odes but I can try, can't I?

shoes

my red canvas shoes

white borders

red laces

white laces

which to choose

perfect fit

contrasts with white outfit

matches the red dresses

to the hilt

loves my toes

toes love it too

ankles like its warmth

rubber soles

kiss the roads

spiritually reverent

each day is a breakthrough

for those shoes

my red canvas shoes

"they touch the elements, revelations don't come amiss"

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Update@ 09/05/2010, 10:43 AM: Added a photo!

*grin*

pavement musings

on that newly laid pavement

an unset tile tilted-

I found myself on ground

almost nose to nose with the cobbler

scent of used leather, shoe glue

touched my horizon

I saw lights filtering from tattered tarp

all other lights vanished

I took stock of my surroundings

my shoe broken now,

I offered it to him soundlessly

as he repaired it, he said,

"now you can walk to the end of the world"

pitching forward

I have taken a wordle from one that briarcat made from her own poems. Those words are different than what I normally use and I like that.

I can hear the hummingbirds

while I toss the salad

I expect the girls to arrive at any time

seasons have gone

predictable we weren't ever

what kind of celebrations I expect now

when I bolted out last time we met

yet I would like to make amends

to pitch forward like a rocket

I try to save the smoking sizzlers

wishing to break something

my glasses sit foolishly on my nose

wounds don't show on the surface

"in mathematics, two negatives do make a positive"