I must preface this first....I am trying a new tactic...which I'm sure I will repost about later; but, the topic for this poem was given to me by a friend (he just said, write a poem about a park bench...so I did). I liked doing that; so, if any of you all have a topic...an idea, an object...anything...tell me and I will write about it. My best friend just sent me a doosie of a topic a couple of days ago...but hell, I'm gonna try to tackle his too.
Who knew that green had a smell...
grass, whistling with the blowing wind and
winding up to my nostrils, stinging; but,
in a good way.
On my park bench I wonder about others.
If they came to this conclusion
or if contentment was reached
through pure relaxation. It's easier that way.
But, with the breeze still bellowing in my mind,
it is beckoning a focus on now...
The other benches, staggered,
zig
zag
uneven.
A man (diagonal and to my left) sits
with his eyes fixated on the ground
like a child at a soccer game, staring blankly
at the grass, wondering which piece he will rip
out next...but the man...solemn.
No boredom is resonating in his eyes, rather
contemplation. Maybe mending the hardest part
of a broken heart.
My mind would go there.
To my right, an empty bench, warmly lit
in the Virginia sun, longing for another soul
in search of answers to life's questions, or,
more often than not, a getaway from hardship.
That must be the appeal.
Why else would seats be placed so obscurely,
with nothing to look at but openness?
Who would make their way to this field
just to sit on that bench?
Unless it had some appeal, some answer, or
some safety that a chair at home
just couldn't provide.
Monday, June 27, 2011
June
It's been a couple of weeks since I have posted...sorry...but let me get everyone up to date. My summer, well...my June!
I've been back to work now for over a month, it leaves me with a little less will to write...but I deal with it. I actually have written quite a few poems, I just haven't liked any in a while.
Anyway, I made the dreaded trip back to Syracuse to pick up the rest of my things and my other cat. And because of my brother and my friend in Syracuse, I ended up have a fantastic time all around. So, very many thanks to both of them. Frank and I also took a trip to the toy museum in Rochester...which is COOL.
After that journey, I literally hopped in a car with my mother two days later to drive to NYC and check out apartments around my school. I got to finally meet my roommate and her brother and I'm very pleased to say that they were both wonderfully cool people. AND...the perfect apartment was located in the process. We are going to have a fireplace and A SUNROOM...WHAT?!?!? YEAH
Then...I got to see my cousin on the day of her graduation from Middle School...I was very proud of her and I am quite happy I will be living near her and all my other relatives now. First cousins especially!
Let's see...what else...Alright..I've also bought some albums and seen some movies recently.
Lady Gaga's new album is, in my opinion, her best yet...go buy it! The Foo Fighters new one is also quite good. Those are the 2 I've been listening to, pretty much non-stop.
As far as movies go (and for those who don't know...I see like every movie...and I like almost every movie I choose to go see...It's all about expectations really...some movies are meant to be stupid, others aren't. You can't limit your genres when it comes to movies...go see it all.)
X-men First Class....best X-men movie today...best Marvel movie by far.
Thor...really good, but not X-men good.
Super 8...best movie I have seen so far this summer.
Hangover 2...in my opinion, just as funny as the original.
Kung Fu Panda 2...funny, but not nearly as good as the first one.
I'm sure I've seen more...I've just forgotten.
I've been back to work now for over a month, it leaves me with a little less will to write...but I deal with it. I actually have written quite a few poems, I just haven't liked any in a while.
Anyway, I made the dreaded trip back to Syracuse to pick up the rest of my things and my other cat. And because of my brother and my friend in Syracuse, I ended up have a fantastic time all around. So, very many thanks to both of them. Frank and I also took a trip to the toy museum in Rochester...which is COOL.
After that journey, I literally hopped in a car with my mother two days later to drive to NYC and check out apartments around my school. I got to finally meet my roommate and her brother and I'm very pleased to say that they were both wonderfully cool people. AND...the perfect apartment was located in the process. We are going to have a fireplace and A SUNROOM...WHAT?!?!? YEAH
Then...I got to see my cousin on the day of her graduation from Middle School...I was very proud of her and I am quite happy I will be living near her and all my other relatives now. First cousins especially!
Let's see...what else...Alright..I've also bought some albums and seen some movies recently.
Lady Gaga's new album is, in my opinion, her best yet...go buy it! The Foo Fighters new one is also quite good. Those are the 2 I've been listening to, pretty much non-stop.
As far as movies go (and for those who don't know...I see like every movie...and I like almost every movie I choose to go see...It's all about expectations really...some movies are meant to be stupid, others aren't. You can't limit your genres when it comes to movies...go see it all.)
X-men First Class....best X-men movie today...best Marvel movie by far.
Thor...really good, but not X-men good.
Super 8...best movie I have seen so far this summer.
Hangover 2...in my opinion, just as funny as the original.
Kung Fu Panda 2...funny, but not nearly as good as the first one.
I'm sure I've seen more...I've just forgotten.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Ocean Eyes and Hi (2 fun poems)
Ocean Eyes
Tranquility is a gift that must be invented.
The sweltering summer sun is no match for the sweet breeze and the even sweeter company. A picture framed by hotels, towering above the patrons on the sand below. Flowing with soft hills, like it’s an ocean of its own; but, the peaks burn the soles of my feet. Yet, you seem to glide right through, because the picture is accepting of you.
And I turn my head then to the sea, sprawling forward. Flipping foam as if mimicking the quickly fanned pages from a book, but instead of small, pocketed, gusts of air…it is a soothing mist…like a kiss. A thank you for paying attention. And even if you’re not, you may still catch it.
The ocean’s crests are caught in your eyes, crackling and crashing, yet exuding elegance and grace. I can’t help but to stare (hoping that you know the eyes are what I’m looking into).
And you ask, “What are you thinking about?”
My mind answers, “a beautiful connection.”
Hi
The world looks different from where I stand, as opposed to you. The image that my eyes hold is that of a natural beauty, the kind of breathless beauty that stronger men cat-call to, or whistle about; but, one that I admire. And with all my verbal training the words are digested. If I fain an attempt to speak, I tend to play jump rope with my tongue, stumbling through each slurred syllable. Again, all this over my mind’s perception of beauty. And it is perceived, then received, as fictitious memories. The thought that I don’t have to feel sadness during a stormy day; instead, the rain falls only to write your name upon my mind and on the ground, a sprinkling sweetness, juxtaposed with the common notion of gloominess. But, still I can’t be comfortable, your eyes can pierce through me…or so I think. Two wonderful orbs that hold every secret within on lockdown…and somehow through osmotic connection between our eyes, I hope for you to accept that all I’m trying to say to you is “Hi.”
Tranquility is a gift that must be invented.
The sweltering summer sun is no match for the sweet breeze and the even sweeter company. A picture framed by hotels, towering above the patrons on the sand below. Flowing with soft hills, like it’s an ocean of its own; but, the peaks burn the soles of my feet. Yet, you seem to glide right through, because the picture is accepting of you.
And I turn my head then to the sea, sprawling forward. Flipping foam as if mimicking the quickly fanned pages from a book, but instead of small, pocketed, gusts of air…it is a soothing mist…like a kiss. A thank you for paying attention. And even if you’re not, you may still catch it.
The ocean’s crests are caught in your eyes, crackling and crashing, yet exuding elegance and grace. I can’t help but to stare (hoping that you know the eyes are what I’m looking into).
And you ask, “What are you thinking about?”
My mind answers, “a beautiful connection.”
Hi
The world looks different from where I stand, as opposed to you. The image that my eyes hold is that of a natural beauty, the kind of breathless beauty that stronger men cat-call to, or whistle about; but, one that I admire. And with all my verbal training the words are digested. If I fain an attempt to speak, I tend to play jump rope with my tongue, stumbling through each slurred syllable. Again, all this over my mind’s perception of beauty. And it is perceived, then received, as fictitious memories. The thought that I don’t have to feel sadness during a stormy day; instead, the rain falls only to write your name upon my mind and on the ground, a sprinkling sweetness, juxtaposed with the common notion of gloominess. But, still I can’t be comfortable, your eyes can pierce through me…or so I think. Two wonderful orbs that hold every secret within on lockdown…and somehow through osmotic connection between our eyes, I hope for you to accept that all I’m trying to say to you is “Hi.”
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