Posted in Writing, tagged friendship, personal value, Poetry, Relationships on 20 Sep 2016| Leave a Comment »
Cats have their signs.
The twitching tail.
The flattened ears.
So do I.
Know me?
You’ll see them.
Esteem me?
You’ll heed them.
Else
No fireworks.
No tirades.
No hiss and lashing claws.
Just silence
And the snick of the closing door.
Too late.
Too late.
Call it what you want.
I no longer care.
Cats have their signs.
k
Posted in Writing, tagged cat memes, creative writing, Poetry, vignettes on 25 May 2016| 10 Comments »
fur of satin midnight
she is ever
aloof
wary
silent
an island of comportment
her tail-wrapped feet situated primly
at the boundary of our
all-too-human bustle
amber cabochons
blink in the sunshine
observing
studying
from the doorway
from the top step
intrigued but uninvolved
present but apart
until today
when she climbs up
nestles between us
curls in close
a nebulous shadow of rumbling warmth
dozing beneath my hand
k
Posted in Writing, tagged creative writing, Poetry, Seattle, Writing on 14 May 2015| 2 Comments »
Dark, brooding clouds mock my mood
While I fight my inner black
they replenish the world
Perhaps if I
step out from under the eaves
look up into their steel-grey banks
their cleansing rain will wash the soot from my soul
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Posted in Writing, tagged creative writing, Poetry, Writing on 05 Feb 2015| 2 Comments »
My brain writhes through dark hours
Sheds dreams like snakeskin
Leaves papered husks of unrealized wishes
Draped across the curtain rod
Rustling in the open-windowed breeze
Posted in Writing, tagged creative writing, file management methods, metro bus, Poetry, Writing on 17 Jul 2014| Leave a Comment »
I’ve never really been one who lost things. (Except for gloves. I used to lose gloves all the time.) And I’m especially good about computer files. After once losing the first three chapters of a novel, I got really strict about my file management methods.
So, back in the mid-Naughties, when I “lost” a handful of poems, I was pretty mad at myself. Granted, I had a couple of “vascular events” during that time, brought on by workload and stress, but still, I was disappointed. I mean, how can you “lose” a computer file? Luckily, I was able to recreate most of them from offsite storage, but a few were lost and gone forever.
Then, two days ago, while editing my latest short story, I noticed a folder in my “Writing” directory. The folder was labeled: Poetry.
Guess what I found in there.
Here’s one of them: Non-Euclidean Geometry
k
Posted in Writing, tagged creative writing, Poetry, Writing on 29 May 2014| Leave a Comment »
hands reveal
ash-streaked eyes
smudged and sullen
like an old cloth
worn thin
wiping up
sooty tears
bluE eye by StopPanicIsJustMe
Posted in Gardening, Writing, tagged creative writing, gardening, photo, Poetry, vignette, Writing, writing techniques on 06 May 2014| Leave a Comment »
I kneel in the dripping ivy. A trowel in one hand, my other is deep in the soil, searching for the dandelion’s root. The root twists and writhes beneath my fingers, wet and tough, unwilling.
The rain taps across my hat’s felted brim, caresses my steaming back with its cool touch. The spring day is cold, but my work keeps me warm.
The bite of woodsmoke reaches me. I lift my nose and scent the air. My breath comes out a mist.
I grimace as digits plunge farther down into the black loam. The earth envelopes my hand, its serenity infuses me, my worries leach away.
I am the root, now. I am the plant. I am the garden.
k
Kurt R.A. Giambastiani 