Posted in Geek Poems, tagged books, fictional characters on December 17, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Inkwells, blots, drafts
in the fire,
impulse to vault the split
rail like a boy at the first
suggestion of the question ahead,
at the enveloping wait for an answer.
Refusals bubble like leavening,
like a simmering stock, like a spring,
like the resilience of a still
pond under rain
as its silt lifts, drifts,
rests and roots.
The books will keep.
The bread will rise.
Posted in Geek Poems, tagged books, fictional characters on July 30, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
A century gone
out and back,
regular as breathing –
deep-sleep breathing
like clockwork ticking
out our dreams, while
we await the wakening
that follows fallen villain,
scythe through brambles.
Packed in with me
are years disguised
as months and maybes.
Memories. A life deferred
on an off chance and
a persistent hope.
Thirty or ninety or never,
we levee against
both time and distance,
the stretch of decades,
the swell of moments,
the patience at the prow.
For now I’ll build an us
for both of us,
enough of us to keep
the navigation true,
my brief view the switch
between the blank of space,
the promise of blue.
Posted in Geek Poems, tagged books, TV on June 11, 2012 | 2 Comments »
Pages flex, frames advance,
as their characters, bereft,
dance from edge to edge
while time or magic ferries
a reversal, a resurrection.
Death may have been a robbery,
a shock, a hackneyed grab
for sympathy and sales,
but undone it brings
an infinite cacophony of hope,
of second-guessing, of knowing nods
as the protagonists all stand,
heads bowed in rain,
written around an open grave,
their costars better buried than returned,
better ash than bird.
Posted in Geek Poems, tagged books, relationships on May 14, 2012 | 1 Comment »
Anchored doubly, attention
split and fettered
down to two foundations, rent easily
as newsprint carried in after a rain,
in my two hands, cupped together
as to gather up the spray
that strays from a waterfall’s edge,
I cradle one trust absolute,
fired through affection and confession,
cured by kinship and the long
investment of a year.
Sharing the cradle: the memory
that parries faith
away, and the slow
accumulation of a past.
Half my life is wasted,
for the time ill-spent
and for the accreting injuries,
patina that grows like moss on stone.
Posted in Geek Poems, tagged books, NaNoWriMo, video games on November 28, 2011 | 3 Comments »
November – packed and sealed
like a wide jar of stray buttons on a wooden shelf,
blue paint and splinters flaking under rot,
barker shouting, How many? How many? –
puts aside no moments for an old
landscape beyond new eyes,
where crags swept in curling moss
stride under heavy purpose,
or for sword or dragon,
both on the cusp of the sky,
or for bounty hunters and inquisitors,
or to open a book, already bought and signed.
