Submissions by rowantree
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
they/them/theirs. Polyamorous, proud, patient power. Love and joy and journals and the journey! Which IS the destination.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2015 3:47pm
6th Aug 2015 3:47pm
Synapsis
I've heard that they prune
all the thoughts we don't use -
that they pluck them like weeds in a yard -
that they sweep them away,
only saving to stay
all the ones that we cherish and guard.
If you choose to keep rage,
at the end of your age
you'll have saved only fury and fire;
if you practice on glass
you may find your mind's mass
made of nothing but colors and wire.
There's a secret to keeping
from groaning and weeping
that half of your mind has been snatched:
keep the thoughts on their feet
and kiss...
all the thoughts we don't use -
that they pluck them like weeds in a yard -
that they sweep them away,
only saving to stay
all the ones that we cherish and guard.
If you choose to keep rage,
at the end of your age
you'll have saved only fury and fire;
if you practice on glass
you may find your mind's mass
made of nothing but colors and wire.
There's a secret to keeping
from groaning and weeping
that half of your mind has been snatched:
keep the thoughts on their feet
and kiss...
788 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2015 3:29pm
6th Aug 2015 3:29pm
Lights
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I feel that I could write
a million little lights
and watch them float away
up a river or a tree.
They'd maybe kiss the waves
or invite them into flame;
either way, know each by name -
they will light the darkest sea.
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Age when written: 15
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I feel that I could write
a million little lights
and watch them float away
up a river or a tree.
They'd maybe kiss the waves
or invite them into flame;
either way, know each by name -
they will light the darkest sea.
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Age when written: 15
756 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Aug 2015 6:07am
6th Aug 2015 6:07am
Burn
You're stinging on me and my hand
like the heat from lightning
and between waves of thunder
has found me,
singed me,
smoked me,
slapped me -
I wouldn't be surprised to find that it came
from the other end of the world,
jumped through the axis,
and hit me, unfazed.
When you touched me,
my whole body aligned like
the planets
and succumbed
to whatever unholy, fiery,
intoxicating
power you have over me.
A shift of your eyes
or a slyly caught word
sends my hand into a reflex...
like the heat from lightning
and between waves of thunder
has found me,
singed me,
smoked me,
slapped me -
I wouldn't be surprised to find that it came
from the other end of the world,
jumped through the axis,
and hit me, unfazed.
When you touched me,
my whole body aligned like
the planets
and succumbed
to whatever unholy, fiery,
intoxicating
power you have over me.
A shift of your eyes
or a slyly caught word
sends my hand into a reflex...
778 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Aug 2015 5:58am
6th Aug 2015 5:58am
Midnight Drive
COMMERCIAL FREE, boasts the radio commercial
as I look over to your side of the car.
My hands are dancing a nervous dance on the steering wheel,
palms glistening,
fingers tapping an uncertain leather ballet.
I give you that look,
the one I know you secretly love.
You flash me a smirk.
We've talked about this.
I love driving, and I want to drive
you.
Not that I don't love singing
out the window while you speed
and the wind whips at my face -
I do.
But now it's my turn to show you
the way I...
as I look over to your side of the car.
My hands are dancing a nervous dance on the steering wheel,
palms glistening,
fingers tapping an uncertain leather ballet.
I give you that look,
the one I know you secretly love.
You flash me a smirk.
We've talked about this.
I love driving, and I want to drive
you.
Not that I don't love singing
out the window while you speed
and the wind whips at my face -
I do.
But now it's my turn to show you
the way I...
883 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Aug 2015 9:57pm
5th Aug 2015 9:57pm
One More Fever
The air is sweet with summer
and the summer close as death,
this death as red as of Macbeth
who calls the numb to number.
The grass itself is goading
as it brags of goodness green;
the severed sky, the subtle seen
lends patience to eroding.
The night is quite a number -
how it steals the breath away! -
but stumbles 'way the sign of day
which fruitless steps encumber.
Some mind recalled the vision
of the calendar (in fire!);
it does aspire to wick the wire,
it sings to no incision - ...
and the summer close as death,
this death as red as of Macbeth
who calls the numb to number.
The grass itself is goading
as it brags of goodness green;
the severed sky, the subtle seen
lends patience to eroding.
The night is quite a number -
how it steals the breath away! -
but stumbles 'way the sign of day
which fruitless steps encumber.
Some mind recalled the vision
of the calendar (in fire!);
it does aspire to wick the wire,
it sings to no incision - ...
807 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th Aug 2015 9:45pm
5th Aug 2015 9:45pm
For You Again
My avalanche, the flame
that threatens from a fragile spark:
lights around it don't astound it;
neither does the dark.
My forest fire, the chill
that itches right inside the spine;
shudder, scratch, and kiss of match
but silent stars resigned.
My tidal wave, the breeze
who can do nothing but persist
to murder bones and knock at stones,
to prod the pacifist.
My love for you, the sea
that softly echoes up the shade
and screams the white, unending plight
that she herself has made.
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that threatens from a fragile spark:
lights around it don't astound it;
neither does the dark.
My forest fire, the chill
that itches right inside the spine;
shudder, scratch, and kiss of match
but silent stars resigned.
My tidal wave, the breeze
who can do nothing but persist
to murder bones and knock at stones,
to prod the pacifist.
My love for you, the sea
that softly echoes up the shade
and screams the white, unending plight
that she herself has made.
~ ...
802 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Aug 2015 7:16am
5th Aug 2015 7:16am
Turn
I feel it coming - rapture sweet -
like the calling that leads birds south
and wind about
and cloud up
and leaves down.
I feel it thrumming - on my tongue -
like the green and gray of the city I love
or kindling leaping into flames
(within my blood; between my veins)
or wind about
and cloud up
and leaves down.
I'd stain my hands with blackest soot -
a breath alone laid dark and free,
or rain on me -
all over me -
(and this is how your lips will be)
like mist in my mouth and rain on me,
I...
like the calling that leads birds south
and wind about
and cloud up
and leaves down.
I feel it thrumming - on my tongue -
like the green and gray of the city I love
or kindling leaping into flames
(within my blood; between my veins)
or wind about
and cloud up
and leaves down.
I'd stain my hands with blackest soot -
a breath alone laid dark and free,
or rain on me -
all over me -
(and this is how your lips will be)
like mist in my mouth and rain on me,
I...
776 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Aug 2015 7:01am
5th Aug 2015 7:01am
Step
(I took a step back)
And right about now
I'm stuck in the down
of that fetal heart attack -
that uncertain sickness and slack -
when you bring your foot down
and expecting the ground,
miss.
You're the jolt in the moment
that I thought was over -
the ladder turned out to be ground -
but you're somewhere so close
that this glowing desire
(all embers and fainting of prose on your fire)
has just got to hit you -
(no way it would miss you)
my energy's imminent...
And right about now
I'm stuck in the down
of that fetal heart attack -
that uncertain sickness and slack -
when you bring your foot down
and expecting the ground,
miss.
You're the jolt in the moment
that I thought was over -
the ladder turned out to be ground -
but you're somewhere so close
that this glowing desire
(all embers and fainting of prose on your fire)
has just got to hit you -
(no way it would miss you)
my energy's imminent...
811 reads
2 Comments
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