Boredom (An Acrostic)

      Bored
    bOred
   boRed
  borEd
boreD
     bOred
     i'M bored,
if you couldn't tell.

An Apology

Distractions

from different places snatch

my mind away

as we sit

and talk.

I try

to listen, to give

you my full attent—

I should read

this email, perhaps

reply, But…

Oil.

Car.

That’s right. I should change

it soon and

bills

need to be paid and

my room

needs cleaning and I

really should write

my parents and

oh I got a text

and dinner.

What am I going to—

No!

My friends

must

come first.

The rest of my life

can wait.

Pumpkin Spice Lattes

Pumpkins,

dried cornstalks,

and cotton

spider webs

decorate windows and

houses, while

orange leaves

lay wet on

cold sidewalks and

damp earth.

Vapors from my breath

appear in the air

of the late

October weather

as I walk

through neighborhoods

and quiet streets

to the coffee shop

at the corner

of Maple and Birch,

my hands—hidden

deep in the pockets

of my coat.

At the coffee shop,

I see her, my lover,

fiancé,

however you wish

to call it,

and we sit

at a table

drinking lattes and talking

about our day

without a care

in the world.

A Summer Day on the Feather

(I wrote this poem in college and I even got it published in the Internation English Honor Society's Literary Journal, "The Rectangle" (vol. 80, 2005)).

Fly-fish the glassy river.
A trout slaps the water
while my retriever bites at him;
and the flies buzz in my ear
and the mosquitoes bite my arm.
My campfire produces
a faint trail of smoke but no fire,
and the sun burns the back of my neck.
Reluctant to leave, I lay my line
on the water and watch
the stone fly drift
lazily with the current.

A Great Poem I Did Not Write

For my loyal fans (all two of you (he he)), am unsure yet if I will get any poems posted before Christmas, as the next three weeks will including packing and loading a storage unit. So in the meantime, I have decided to leave you all with a fabulous reading of a great poem written in 1895 by a lawyer named Andrew Barton "Banjo" Patterson. Enjoy.

It's official

It's official now. As of last night, I'm an...


Official NaNoWriMo 2007 Winner


And with one day to spare.

Intentional Postponement

I know I have not posted here in quite some time, but my creative poetic juices have been kind of dry. But I will intentionally not be posting here for the next month because of a more important commitment: NaNoWriMo I do, however have a few poem ideas mulling around in my head, which I will try to get to sometime around Christmas.