Friday, March 29, 2013

Awake

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My last night as a full-time child
I didn't want to sleep, for fear of
Waking up in a rustle of too-crisp sheets
And a creak of inadequate bedsprings
With a lightly snoring virtual stranger eight feet away.
And also I didn't want it to be tomorrow,
Because then it would be time to do what
I've denied for three weeks of subsistence
And oblivion--ignoring is bliss.
And I saw everything I never did
Lying around me, pieces and steps of the
Success I never got, reminders that
Whatever I planned, I never got far.
But in the middle of these broken promises
To myself, I could see for the first time
That I have not been broken.
And I must keep myself, all that is real,
As daybreak does, and nightfall.
I exist to others, but all I need is me.
I will be the last promise, when all is said
And kept.

Copyright © 1996 by Katherine Foreman.


Saturday, March 9, 2013

Eclipse



Squint between neon signs,
you see a wild unicorn
with orange breath, no fans,
you war hoop pass the sky, soul torn.
.
stars tango with white heels,
Earth carrying their dream wheels,
The universe party under big round moon,
While you breastfeed your child
with a motherly song.


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