Thursday, November 29, 2012

10 line poetry

Over Easy

I never knew about
red wine, foreign films, the Peace Corps, or over-easy.
Growing up, our eggs were always sunny-side up, the
yellows and whites too wet for my liking.

My house was filled with the aroma of American cheese,
Old Style, the Mid-West, and big love.
I realize now, it was also the scent of fear.
And it's been passed down like a treasured
heirloom. It's time to break tradition - move
to my edges.

I'll take mine over-medium, please.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

My Person

I watch Grey's Anatomy on Netflix, a season behind most other people.

I love Christina and Meredith. Meredith always says, "Christina is my person." Christina says the same about Meredith. I'm jealous.

I totally get that, and have totally wanted that my entire life. I've read up on introverts a bit here and there recently, and we introverts tend to crave that "one person". The person they can go to whenever they need to. The person who knows their entire life history. The person who knows their entire life history and still loves them anyway.

When I was younger, I thought if I had a sister, she would have been my person. A lot of my friends seem to be super close with their sisters.

I don't feel like I've ever had my person. What a lonely thought, right?
I don't even know what to do about that. I don't think there is even anything I can do about that.

Monday, November 26, 2012

10-line poetry

Leaving the Nest

Next to our garage, the perfect tree for climbing.
Every year brought new heights and new limbs.
I was an adventurer, a philosopher, a tom-boy.
I'd pack girl scout tins with sustenance of
ruffled potato chips for extended stays.

That tree cradled my mind, body, an soul; never
betraying my secrets, though I am sure I heard
the leaves giggle.

My tree is long gone, as well as my powers to be someone else,
somewhere else.

Friday, November 23, 2012

10-Line Poetry


I jumped out of a plane once. It was loud
and fast and cold. Exhilarating. Then I pulled
the ripcord and all was quiet and still
and perfectly peaceful. It was magical.
And I was invincible.

I need to be invincible again.
There must be an easier way than freefalling.
The answer is easy:  just close your eyes, hold your breath,
and take one single step.