aspiration (and other poems)

I want to write you
a letter
that spills the contents
of my heart --

my messy, jumbled heart
where time ripples
and space disappears --

smiles and tears,
skips of raw joy,
dull, throbbing pain
collide
pulsing energy and warmth
my blood pumps through
chambers

-- the words won’t write themselves
onto the page.

© nan, 2015

[Note: So I was at a work retreat the past couple of days. Sometimes poems come to me at odd times. The good thing about being at a retreat is that while taking notes, I can jot poems into the margins. And so I did. Then I typed them up here.  They are mostly bad. But even bad, they were written, which is more than I can say for all the poems I haven't written lately.]

Here are a few more:

shrieking sentry

robin egg’s blue

on padded shoulders' jacket

the shrieking sentry

filibusters with a purpose

to stunned 

silence.

© nan, 2015

secrets are bad for you

the truth

lodged in her

throat

between her lungs and tongue

it choked her

would not let her 

breathe

a word.

© nan, 2015

save, fave, lave, crave, stave, pave, shave, cave, gave, rave

save a life

save the queen

save your money

saving face

save good linens

and bone china
save recyclables

save the evidence

saving grace

© nan, 2015

“my second cup will be decaf”

so what you know is this:

I plan to have another cup.
this first one has provided

all the excitement I need

for now

or at least has me humming

at some level

and who needs things

to get too crazy?

I don’t want those 

caffeine jitters

that might prompt me to

bolt

out of my seat

before the work retreat

is done.

© nan, 2015