A Preference for the Madness

when I see a man alone
in a shopping center parking lot
flailing his arms like a dry land drowning victim
I expect him to be insane – or engrossed in a manic episode
but all too often, he’s simply wearing a tiny telephone earpiece
quoting disappointing sales figures or bickering with his girlfriend
and the closer I walk – and as the truth sinks in more deeply
the more certain I become that I’ve somehow been cheated

A Poem

Here’s a poem I drafted years ago and have revised a number of times since.  So far, no publications have been interested, but more than one friend has singled it out as a favorite.  It’s not for me to say if it’s any good; I only know it’s true.

 

Reverie

a brief examination
of tree or flower
and the way that
any living leaf will
lean toward light
through icy dagger wind
or blinding sand oblivion
into the sun’s embrace
tells all one needs to know
about the way to live
and why the poet sits
before blank pages
waiting

 

IKEA: A poem in progress

Not like that girl in that book
that became a movie with Natalie Portman
she had nowhere else to go
so she slept in a tent at Wal-Mart
No, I mean I want to move
out of my apartment today
into the land of name brands
I can neither pronounce nor understand
I want to live at IKEA
Bring me a life
where the beds are always made
and the most challenging of choices
lies between the two shower curtains
and their polka-dotted patterns
I want a life
that’s easy to assemble
full of color-coded parts
and an arrow to follow
when I lose my way
Bring me a life of designs
full of long clean lines
where every exchange begins and ends
with the promise of sugar and cinnamon
I want to live at IKEA

Haiku, Baseball, etc.

I don’t post a lot of haiku or even physically write it down, but I do compose it often in my head. It’s great practice at using language economically. Trying to say something resonant with very few words is a worthwhile endeavor — not just for writers. It’s meditative; it focuses thought and calms the mind. It’s ideal during long walks or in situations that require extended periods of waiting.
I typically write free verse, so haiku’s rigid structure edges me out of my comfort zone, forcing me to write poems through a separate lens. I’m reminded of learning to be a switch-hitter during my high school baseball days.  After batting exclusively right-handed since Little League, I chose to try hitting left-handed.  The result, following a steep learning curve that involved some embarrassing strike-outs,  was that I achieved greater mental focus during my left-handed attempts.  In baseball terms, “I saw the ball better” from this new side of the plate. By my senior year, my left-handed batting average was slightly higher than was my right, but what surprised me the most was how much batting left-handed improved my right-handed hitting. The switch-hitting process helped me identify and correct some longstanding bad habits. It’s amazing what stepping briefly into another set of shoes can teach you about returning to the old ones. Likewise, writing haiku has made me a better writer of free verse.
Here are two recent winter-themed examples:
first snow of winter
melted by the morning sun
change comes too slowly

an ice covered oak
emits a first faint crackle
I am emboldened
The limitlessness of expression to be discovered within three short lines of seventeen syllables can be awe-inspiring.  If you’re interested in poetry, let’s follow each other on Instagram.  I sometimes post short poems there.

New Poem

I’ve been trying to take my writing a bit more seriously of late.  This is not a very good example of that.  That said, the one thing I’m not kidding about is wanting everything.

I want to
scan the horizon
for enemy scouts
storm the castle
and run with the bulls
I want to
go the extra mile
put the pedal to the metal
and go off on a tangent
out on a limb
I want to
drink like a fish
get high as a kite
and add fuel to the fire
at the drop of a hat
I want to
give up my day job
in the heat of the moment
and paint the town red
out of the blue
I want to
run the gauntlet
and get off scot-free
dance with the devil
and speak for the trees
I want to
bite off more
than I can chew
take the cake
and eat it too

 

Original Poems

Thanks to Praxis Magazine for publishing my poem Coffee Shop.  Stay tuned for news of two additional poems recently accepted for publication.

Meanwhile, here is a video poem I posted on my Giants of Diving YouTube page.