Poetry Blogged

Allowing my heart to Breathe

asonn — Mon, 25 Apr 2011 21:23:39 +0000

My face,
molded into a serious mask,
fashioned by my social anxiety,
greets people
like ‘en guarde’ in fencing.

Wary of loosing an eye,
they also slip on a
mask
of distance,
unaware that
anxious pressure
configured
my mask,
not a desire to fence.

I am trying
to take it off,
put it down,
let it gather dust.

On occasion,
how nice it is,
to get it off my face;
allowing my heart to breath
and paint my face
with feelings
undiluted by fear.

Experimental poem

asonn — Wed, 06 Apr 2011 20:07:21 +0000

I am trying out to see
if WindowsWriter works for me
so i write in Writer
test to see if my words can be tighter
but at last i finish
and leave it be
and see if writer works for me.

Dancing Flows From Your Fingers

asonn — Thu, 09 Dec 2010 18:48:08 +0000

Christmas days
swirl about,
wrapped in
carols,
gift-ing,
coloured lights,
santa’s,
card filling,
and wrap sessions.

Remember to touch
all these
and feel
the joy
that is a part of them.

Look well.
Be child-like:
dance with snow flakes,
sing along with white christmas while you shop,
spin in excitement at
multicoloured gifts
under pine branches,
smile with joy
at red lights
glowing in the park.

Let go
and experience wonder;
let your adult heart
be softened
so that
dancing flows
from your fingers
and joy
shines from you eyes
into the worlds spaces.

Crackly, Crunching sort of way

asonn — Sat, 13 Nov 2010 19:20:11 +0000

I must get the dishes done
and then go out
to walk beneath the sun,
and over leaves,
and under trees,
who laid the leaves
upon the ground,
which is not their usual place
they are usually in the space
between the branches
of the trees,
but with the cold,
and lack of light,
the leaves have now
been put to flight
and flown,
in regal slowness down
to lie in colour
on the ground
carpeting my way
as i walk.

as i walk
some of the leaves
talk,
in a crackly, crunching
sort of way,
as if to say,
“Please do not walk on me
it’s really quite
uncomfortable, you see;
your shoes are hard
the ground is rock
it really comes as quite a shock
to be trod on in such a way
on such a beautiful
sunny day.”

Estrogen doesn’t stain

asonn — Fri, 29 Oct 2010 22:25:59 +0000

Feminine calls,
as woman walk past,
showering me with estrogen.

Girl-friend longing.

i see happiness
in this,
flowing from shared lives.

Go for it, i tell myself.
Estrogen doesn’t stain.

(poem altered on nov13,2o1o)

Iniating a poetry response again

asonn — Fri, 29 Oct 2010 22:12:16 +0000

Yes,
i’m back again,
to pen
poems
on my blog;
to hog
the space
with words
designed to initiate a poetry response.

Fall has a sense of humour

asonn — Fri, 17 Sep 2010 20:20:21 +0000

Isn’t Fall sooo funny.

Throwing around high temperatures,
low temperatures,
cold,
hot.

‘Ahhhhh, i should NOT have worn this sweater today!’

Laughing at us
as we over dress,
under-dress,
sweat,
shiver as we get in a coool breezes way.

Oh well,
they say laughter is good for the health.

Friday Cooking

asonn — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 20:49:58 +0000

Very hot weather
(were talking crispy critters here)
falls
on a friday.
Convenient.
This allows me
to cook-up something
for the week-end.

I’m Back

asonn — Sun, 22 Aug 2010 18:30:54 +0000

Now don’t have a heart attack
it is true,
i’m back.

i hope for good.

To write poetry
upon my blog
now that my head
seems to be out of
the fog
it was in for a while.

So look for my posts
look for them here,
for this is where they will appear;
cheers.

Time off

asonn — Wed, 26 May 2010 19:12:30 +0000

Sorry,

for no posts
i’ve felt like
slightly charred toast
lately.

Hope to be
in a better way
in the coming days.

Stay tuned for more.