I did not intend for this blog to turn into a place where I wrote poetry, but it happened. This is my one year anniversary of starting this blog, and I decided to switch domain names so I will be posting poems at preoccupiedpoet.com. I will also be publishing edits of existing poems as I... Continue Reading →
Vines
I was a clumsy pothos vine That found a foothold, followed a path Grew around a door frame Instead of finding my way out. Restless, exploring vines are clingy thieves I couldn’t get where I wanted to go When my nature was that of a vine. -LGF
Healing
You were a scab Like a kid I didn’t leave you alone. Each time I picked you off The longer it took to heal -LGF
Another sad fucking poem about divorce.
Just keep writing, the friends say. As if the metaphors that flowed when I was falling still hum in my ear. I woke up on the ground, where I had been the whole time. Taking off the virtual reality goggles of summer left me as dissatisfied with Nature, as she with me. No rose colored... Continue Reading →
Our separation was a bud on a tree, tiny green hands cupped around a little thought, packed with the extra nutrients of anything about to be born. Our separation is now a leaf with the colors of fire, Dried-out and browning, yet time-tested. The last leaf to fall refuses to be ignored. -LGF
Not My Story To Tell
To the girl trapped in a net, stuck at the bottom of Poseidon’s domain- Still yourself. Quiet yourself. Those fingerprints that burn your collarbone will fade. Advice will come like fishing lines. Silvery fish masking the hooks. Kindly tell them, thank you. But you are not my story to tell. -LGF
An Indian Summer
I hope for an Indian Summer this year Deep in the throws of autumn when I have Almost all but forgotten that day on Assateague How it felt to dive under a wave, a false baptism Of water and salt. I hope for an Indian Summer because Just one more day, or two before the... Continue Reading →
The Wine Glass
I thought my wine glass was empty. I brought it up high I was standing on a cold concrete floor I didn’t let it fall, I threw it down with force. I sliced open my fingers As I picked up the shards To give them away. It had been able to hold onto a few... Continue Reading →
Sixteen Years
If challenges are dominating their life, they withdraw from the stage of daily struggling and turn their face to their ideas in an ideal and true world. (Aquarius ascent Pieces from Astrosofa.com) Surrounded by trees, alone, lost. You were never actually there. I am not Gretel, but I have also left no crumbs Light rays... Continue Reading →
