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.