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winter leftovers
I have both an iTouch (semi-elderly) and an iPhone (NEW AND SO EXCELLENT) that I keep with me fairly regularly, and I find that I compose poetry on them in place of the scraps of paper I've traditionally used. It's sort of a weird way to write, but I'm slowly getting used to it.
Here's one--a tiny little love poem--from late last winter.
Snow Day
The city is still half-helpless
with snowfall and you
are a long time gone already.
Come home. The bed
is cold and I am empty. The snow
muffles everything when you
are not here and my back
hurts less from shoveling
and more from missing you.
There are several scraps from around the same time period, which I present to show you how I make notes about what I'm planning to write.
3 Feb 2011
my lover eats her breakfast in the dark
...
silk and lace against
the curve of hip and breast
10 March 2011
in the halfcold of night
sailboats on the river
and men in them
The rest of the notes/finished work mostly concern the daemonic/totemic poems I write on commission for my forum. I am verrry vaguely thinking about doing these for money or for proper art trades, but that is maybe a bit of a risky road to go down. Thoughts, TDF folk? (And I suppose anyone else who likes my work, but mostly them.)
Here's one--a tiny little love poem--from late last winter.
Snow Day
The city is still half-helpless
with snowfall and you
are a long time gone already.
Come home. The bed
is cold and I am empty. The snow
muffles everything when you
are not here and my back
hurts less from shoveling
and more from missing you.
There are several scraps from around the same time period, which I present to show you how I make notes about what I'm planning to write.
3 Feb 2011
my lover eats her breakfast in the dark
...
silk and lace against
the curve of hip and breast
10 March 2011
in the halfcold of night
sailboats on the river
and men in them
The rest of the notes/finished work mostly concern the daemonic/totemic poems I write on commission for my forum. I am verrry vaguely thinking about doing these for money or for proper art trades, but that is maybe a bit of a risky road to go down. Thoughts, TDF folk? (And I suppose anyone else who likes my work, but mostly them.)