Tuesday, October 26, 2004MeyerholtzI am happiest among the thorn and vine Tuscan tile, and earthy hue my feet, tiny dancers I twirl, the sunset bold the horizon bending, like an ear, listening for foreign words, captured in I love you's, or I owe you many a dream, my eyes shed sleep, like a snake sheds skin Medusa I want you, need... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 6:52 AM Comments (9) (permalink) Friday, October 22, 2004Dirty-Mouthed GirlShe struts, pea-cocked feather boa and happiness her shoes, Manolo dreams her hem, a Cuban sunset She straddles, she rides the bar stool, a wooden rocking horse, neighing under the weight of eden She taps, long fingernails on the margarita glass, sad with salt promises, and red cherry for plucking,... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 7:38 AM Comments (10) (permalink) Monday, October 18, 2004A Country Road Dinner & SerenadeMoist beneath my bare feet the earth crumbles, dead leaves and muck, fill the ground like apples in a pie. The flavorful meadow, an entree of morning mist, upon the bend of lazy bonnet heads, weeping for lovers lost in mowing. A sapling spring, a tiny mouth lapping gentle waters, glitter in the... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 7:18 AM Comments (8) (permalink) Friday, October 15, 2004The Rhythm of FatherhoodRemember daddy, when the bottle came a callin' you'd go to her, your memories of us, photographs A lovely pose, young lovers staring into the lens, wildly like the smile beneath mother's yellow daisy and purple moon eye Two babies in a car, dealing cards thirsty ache in throat, sitting ducks the... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 6:39 AM Comments (10) (permalink) Sunday, October 10, 2004Je Veux des CigaresJe Veux des Cigares, it sounds so sexy when I say it in French. Not just any cigar, mind you, but a Hoyo de Monterry pressed against my lips. The taste is richly satisfying, and so are the stares from the men two tables down. Mafia looking men with their pressed suits and expensive ties. I finger... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 9:07 AM Comments (8) (permalink) Tuesday, October 5, 2004(My Favorite Poem)Leave just one smile for me when all the world turns dark and shades to night, for I will be alone again. Leave one tender song, upon my lazy pillow's head to ward off the chill of this mute house. Leave a solitary dance behind, so that I can remember what it felt like to belong to someone. Leave me... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 6:50 AM Comments (12) (permalink) Thursday, September 30, 2004Rush Hour ParkingRed lights, on a black sea the drum of engines, horns wailing, the exhaust fumes snaking purple sunsets The Detour sign, holes like bullets, movement slow to parking lot inching toward tomorrow Neon trophy up ahead the clamour, wheel to speed bump, turn signal a ticking bomb, arrow One mile marker,... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 9:11 AM Comments (8) (permalink) Monday, September 27, 2004The Final HarvestLeaving summer, dusting flecks leaves shriveled, green to gold crumbling beneath heavy feet as marchers drum, nostalgia The air chilled with morning moon fingers numb, anticipation breathes white stalks of bark and birch shedding layers, naked of fruit Vines upon cold concrete wares spread... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 7:53 AM Comments (16) (permalink) Sunday, September 19, 2004FallenFallen faceless intrigue ghostly pleasure of grace a lie a dream without a name given nightmare of shame and still we stay the same -from my book, "Scorched on a Vine" Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 9:37 PM Comments (8) (permalink) Please Be SeatedPlease be seated on my lap in the chair on the bed it doesn't matter where as long as you eventually come inside me. -from my book, "Scorched on a Vine." Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 9:14 PM Comments (1) (permalink) |
