To honor the winner of the most recent poll, regarding what readers would most like to see next on the blog, I am going to share some of my latest attempts at poetry. I did not write a haiku, mostly because I generally avoid doing so, since a talented toddler could write one. I thought it would be a nice gesture of humor to include that in the poll options though. I hope you enjoy the poems:
Toast to a Dark Sunrise
- after Robert Bly’s Clothespins
Toast. Nothing more
Except maybe some orange juice and jelly.
I’d make the best toast. I’d see
It toasted to the perfect crisp,
And buttered with
“I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter.”
I’d close the fridge, look out the sun-touched window
And go out to give some to horses and geese, all
Just waking up, with the morning humidity
And a little night still on the horizon.
Wormhole
I wish to be able to stare
And be unabashed
To lock eyes with some
Other soul across a room
And to be stared back at
Such an achievement
To have stood so politely
For all this time
Your number is called
And you can go through
The machinery of life
Less the loneliness
To become another
And have that connection
Seasoned for death
Waking up to the
Orifices of nature
I'm the Stranger
I'll be your every-night stand;
your midnight renewal
I'll be your breakfast in the morning
with soy espresso and buckwheat pancakes
I'll be your goodbye kiss
And I'll buy you roses at work
First, I've got to lie to you
so that you can love me.
All poems are Copyright ©2008 Adam Scott Gregg