Peel – March 14

Peel

Poem

Peel away concerns,
and the world,
and the things we love
and the people
we crave
and we’re
still one.

Commentary

I noticed all the post-it note poems lying scattered on my desk and imagined peeling them away, until there was only desk. Then I poemified it up by imagining it as a person. The process, not the desk.

Heart to Heart – March 12

Heart to Heart

Poem

I’m sorry.
The stabbing pain
that I feel in your
absence
was never supposed to
spill from my heart
into yours

Commentary

Much less glamorous than it reads: this is an attempt to suck up to my friend after I accidentally gave her an enthusiastic hug and twisted something in her body, pinching a nerve which then numbed her entire right arm for days and left her with a stabbing pain in the chest.
I believe it qualified me as BEST. FRIEND. EVAR. Where ‘best’ is some variation on ‘jerk’.

Just Walk – March 7

Just Walk

Poem

We’re tightrope walkers
on delay;
Close but never touching,
Touched but far apart.
(don’t look down, you’ll lose your heart)

Commentary

Sometimes everything comes together. The two notes, like the tightrope walkers, over the chasm suggested by the poem. Puns on touching (*sings* feelings) and being touched (by the gods). Puns on losing your heart.

If the tightrope walkers ever touched, they’d fall. (In this world they aren’t very good tightrope walkers)

The View – March 6

The View

Poem

From hydrogen to light,
from light to scattered images,
to chemical blooms
and neural pulse
and finally delight.

Commentary

I thought about the bizarre process that converts hydrogen into happy feelings in my brain, via a pretty beach or mountain view or the face of someone I love. And look what came out!

I really like the cadence in this one, btw.

Everything – March 5

It's Not. Enough.

Poem

(everything)

IT’S NOT. ENOUGH.
try it sometime,
fly forward; fall

Commentary

I cheated by having ‘everything’ show through the top of the glass bottle to which I’d stuck the poem. That wasn’t intended, I just needed a background and noticed that the first word visible worked well with the poem.

What does it all mean? Maybe complaining about there not being enough time in life to do everything I want and juggling too many projects at once? Dunno.