Polishing the Silver (sping 2007)

Stampede of the Serengeti –thoughts and feelings
Noble, Majestic, Anxious, Weary
Forced and enclosed in tightening muscled grasps
My arm lifts my head
For she who once told me slouching permits the protection of the heart

But yogic words escape from my Brahman mouth
Garden mantras, each flower its place
And she collects them, bouquet-ed courage,
And shimmering again
hopes to beautify this frustration filled junk yard home
Of his and hers

Of Hers, and His,
the familiar and the disheartening
Bejeweled, gold and silver treasures line the book shelves
And my fluttering, frustrated, encapsulated heart –urges
to reach out, for the one true coveted connection
In his vaulted treasury
The misplaced and forgotten,
She who had once,
with unintended clawed grasp
Ripped the strength from my ribbed side.

(((((((((A poem from class, based on some free writing I did about an event. We also had to write smaller descriptions: so these are each smaller poems on the same subject, these poems are all about a strange feeling, a sort of ripping feeling in me that I get sometimes when Im trying to be good to someone else instead of for myself, and I think that its the same feeling each time, a strange sort of selfishness, but I dont think I let it win too often- anyway my teacher is obsessed with using "concrete images" which isnt really my thing, but maybe should be, as you can see these dont really make all that much sense, but i was trying to be concrete and describe an event that was all very non-conrete a mixed emotion)))))))

Cramped and dirty room
Filled with frustration, his and hers
I am nestled on their couch
Coveting that which he hath left




I forgotten lover,
Replaced by frustrated apartment
He is vacant, I the trespasser
He the unhappy King
I, her revered vagrant




She is surrounded by familiar turmoil
I am the oddity, though not out of place
I bring her peace,
spoiling
my heart’s palpitations