Posts Tagged ‘poetry

05
Jun
12

Body

I am carrying my body
Or maybe it carries me
A vessel of muscle and respiration
Of heartbeat and headache

Lifting me

From a place of relative peace
Into that river of fear and happiness
And sensation and tension and annoyance and excitement

That I call
“My day.”

It lifts me, and I drag it
Wheezing and protesting
Toward duties and desires
Straining toward outcomes.

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04
Jan
12

An outcry for the new year

In every cup of joy
a drop of heartache

A tang
Continually reminding
of the poison in the well.

In every breath of life
the wheeze of death

A rattle
Marking the slow march
of every endeavor into decay.

In every heartbeat of courage
the skip of fear

A moment
Of sheer terror
that the talons will close.

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30
Oct
11

The World Behind

Poetry time! A reflection on our recent move, from a wild farm to a tamer one a few miles away.

I’ve left a world behind me

Like so many before

But this one

Was a world my heart loved

A world

That shone joy onto my face

That breathed peace into my lungs.

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26
Sep
11

Free

A poem, conceived in the wild and incubated at the Bridge:
 
I am NOT a slave.
I know it in my bones
But it’s easy to forget in the maze
A truth drowned by the lies of plastic and steel.
 
Freedom there is pain
Freedom there is rage
Freedom there is impossible
 
So I chain myself
And hate it.
I chain myself
And love it
And hate myself.
 
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23
Aug
11

Midsummer

I had a sudden realization the other day: I write poems, and those poems have a place on Story by the Throat! I posted one here once, but I generally share them elsewhere on the web. I’m going to start sharing them here as well, when I feel they’ll enrich the mysterious and wonderful cloud of what SbtT! is all about.

I wrote this one a couple months ago:

It began at Midsummer.

Midsummer week the labor ended

Midsummer eve the cars stopped dead

Midsummer day the laptop overheated

And time slowed

The universe paused

And I exhaled

And found I could breathe

For the first time in years.

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13
Sep
10

And So We Fled

Hello, everyone! Annie and I have moved out to her family farm in Warren, OR. Yesterday we spent our first night out there, and this is the result:

And so we fled
And came to the farm house late at night
Parking on the grass
And flipping on lights
That had long lain dormant
And little Niamh giggled and ran through every room
And we followed, indulgent
Reluctant to break the spell

And walking outside
The stars loomed close
Hanging just above my head
Dancing, singing, shining
Through an atmosphere of peace
And I stood and stared
And all but kissed them

And Annie nursed the child
And the quiet stole our breaths
And we whispered in reverence
And Annie sang and the child slept
And later, so did we

And in the wee hours I alone awoke
Out of weary duty
And made the drive
Over that wide and tree-encrusted highway
Wonder-struck at the painted sunrise
That you only see out there
Where we have fled
But I bid it farewell and drove
My foot still smarting
Where I kicked the gate
In the dark, fumbling with chains
Chains that bind us still

Peace,

—Joel




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