Month: January 2016

scattered diamonds

The moon scattered diamonds

across the ocean

it twinkled and winked on the tippy-tops of waves

and become lost inside 

her ravenous froth.

I play this dream

in reverse, don’t you know?

Love is the deepest

rabbit hole.

 

 

 

 

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Palace of the Swine

You are not as beautiful as I remember
but I was not always her
And you were not so indifferent
Whatever things painful or true
Change to please our master time
You’re not as beautiful as I remember
but you will always be my king
In the palace of the swine.

“H”

The reaper awaits

at the fringe of the forest

My soul

stumbles and sways

chaos ensues

I try to snatch the lighting

from his eyes

He is bruised

and butchered

and perfect

I swallow fire

like apocalyptic lemonade

I will never

be the same

I brand an “H”

between his eyes

don’t lose the rage inside

don’t you die

untouched by me

don’t hang your gods

too high

chaos ensues

My soul

stumbles and sways

He is bruised

and butchered

and perfect.

The fire in the fly

There is a fly in my honey

and a fire in the fly

There’s no need to cut me

this life hurts already

Sometimes I feel empty

Sometimes I feel so full of myself

I can be foolish

and careless

and nervous

But know that if ever I am cold

I am bluffing.

 

In the distance there is home

and my failures look so small

but it’s a lie

(Tell me I am wrong?)

The rain gives me a reason

to roar out my window

the sky answers in lightening

your kiss was frightening

You give me a reason

to sneak out my window

I can read the message

in your eyes

If you’re going to do it

do it right

You swallow the lightening

and become the fire in the fly

Goblin King

Tied up in the tangles

in these broken guitar strings

we were lost in the labyrinth

of alka-seltzer dreams

Make haste!

We ride the manic froth

of frozen waterfalls

we crumble with the mountains

we sigh inside the breeze

Be wild, be free,

Be mad!

Cut your hair to match

the sway of the trees

We’re running on empty

we’re running out of time

Make haste!

And whatever you do

don’t be boring

for the Goblin King

can smell his own kind

FREE Poetry Contest – $500 Prize, DEADLINE: Feb. 5, 2016

Trish Hopkinson

zocoloZócalo Public Square is currently running a free poetry contest with the theme of “Place.” Poets may send up to three poems to poetry@zocalopublicsquare.org.

Since 2012, the Zócalo Public Square Poetry Prize has been awarded annually to the U.S. poet whose poem best evokes a connection to place. “Place” may be interpreted by the poet as a place of historical, cultural, political, or personal importance; it may be a literal, imaginary, or metaphorical landscape. We are looking for one poem that offers our readers a fresh, original, and meaningful take on the topic.

Zócalo Public Square is a proud affiliate of Arizona State University and is a not-for-profit Ideas Exchange that blends live events and humanities journalism “committed to translating ideas to broad audiences and to engaging a new, young, and diverse generation in the public square.”

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