Image focus.

These poems probably won't be in total succession of each other... it's just that I started this blog after already starting the class. So, yea.

The poem, written last week, has a focus on the image--actual or metaphorical. Keep in mind. I'm putting these up without any revision. Just getting them out there as is. I will most likely put up some revisions as I get to them and whatnot.


Coy, To Us.

Sandpaper strings on the first time
That Feign scars but heal

Over time.
The progression of notes
Toddler step their way into
Casual understanding--

Where every moment is
Careful and considered,
Important and remembered:
The first taste of sugar for the candy maker.

However,
That Sunday's ease that comes
With repetition threatens
Understanding--

Silk promises baby skin
Only if you pay attention.

Plucking out notes like acquaintances
Tickling ivory.
Building melody
Baring your soul.

The tips of fingers turtle shell,
And Spring pokes its head out of Winter.
So being coy, to us,
Is only the flash of the camera
Compared to the memory.

--tim

So, I don't like that the two hyphens in succession (--) doesn't form into a full fledged dash in this editor as in something like Word. It's annoying (i.e. I just like the way the dash looks in comparison to the two hyphens).

Please, comment away.
Please let me show you where we could only just be for us.
I can change and I can grow or we could adjust.

Love. I'll be back next week most likely. Or I might post the poem from this week soon. We'll see.

First Class.

How to Escape From Being Tied To A Tree

It always ends with
Ha! Winey, get clos
er next time. That was
Like hide and seek in the light.

Always teaching her how
to win--ever since I met her.
Link on nintendo when she came home.
She let me down like xanax:
On Halloween as Bob Dylan.

Even when it was too tight,
Like Molloy, I'd say, I'm Fine.
It's yelling someone else's
Name while meaning another.

From the middle of the street-
The liberty of escaping-
With the bags of victory
On my arms, I miss the challenge--
The jumping off a cliff.



Writing exercise--Emmulation: Billy Collins.

You are the sister's ruler
Straightening the backs
Of children to form a
Good line.
You are the jazz under
Water marinating a warm
Calm, quiet.
You were the winter sunlight
That eventually backed down
With shade.

You are not, however, the juicy
Curried lamb the shepard eats after
A long day's work.
You are not the cortizone to
Calm the itch
Or the lotion to soothe
The rash.