Swing In A Tree

Thursday, June 14, 2012

"First Draft"

words

scratched out

circled

jotted to the side

in the margins

illusive thoughts

vanishing

into mists

never taking form

mistakes

creating

transforming

white noise

into harmony

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

“Crunching Numbers”

All the monthly numbers line up as pretty as can be.

Adding and subtracting, calculating effortlessly.

Projecting into the future, making a studied plan.

Predicting misadventures—like when the shit hits the fan.

The broken pipe that floods the house, and then the leaking roof

join up with the shredded tire, and united stand in proof

that budgets act as guidelines, and can’t always be obeyed.

The surprising ups and downs of Life just get in the way.

Friday, June 8, 2012

“Pledge to Honor”

four walls

love, duty, responsibility, need

box me into near solitude

pressed by decisions

I bare this weight without grace

floundering

the brace of your love

supports me

alone I will fail

with three

I can survive

longingly, I look to our past

ache for its loss

I fear today

I dread tomorrow

trying to fulfill my pledge to honor

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

"Thinking Too Much"

My thoughts

swirl and whirl into a tornado of confusion

rolling over the landscape of my life

sweeping up debris

into the vortex

flinging order into chaos

roaring and thundering with unexpected velocity

leaving destruction

discouraging hope

exploding my world with reckless carelessness

Sunday, June 3, 2012

"Sometimes"

sometimes the sun shines, oh, so bright, and sometimes the air is sweet and clear

sometimes my world glistens and glows, and sometimes the future feels so near

then one day the sun doesn’t shine; one day the air is closed and too hot

then one day my world's dull and dim; one day the future that was, is not

I cannot cry for lost sunshine, and I cannot long for cool, sweet air

I cannot see the world I know, and I cannot touch the future bare

so I dream of gold lights of warmth; I dream of breezes in the dark night
so I dream of my life's freedom; I dream of magic futures of light

Perfect day in Leakey, Texas!

I wrote this poem when I was still in high school. It's one of my favorites because it reflects the optimism in which I've tried to view life..