green shorts/ tin roof

It’s your lucky day: TWO poems.

This may be a bad idea if I can’t write one tomorrow. 

Green Shorts

Green shorts stuffed in drawers
too many, homes and houses. And bracelets found
in dirt, glittered and ironic: beautiful and trash.

Are moments just that, made up in minds? An image constructed by thoughts
hours and hours of years ago? And if I keep my
headphones on, will I not
shield sounds, but remove them from the world?

We all create reality, using free-will to craft any piece
of fine jewelry, sew any pair
of green shorts, only for them to become
a secret code for what was never
correct.

And what are you so afraid of,
wearing sunglasses on a dark morning,
on a dark subway?

Tin Roof

Tap, tip tap, over
and over in 3:4 time,
rain conducted by clouds,
it’s not as loud as it seems.
Tap, tip tap on the tin roof,
and I’m not afraid of thunder this time.
I lay and listen to the orchestra in the woods—
there is no time for sleep in the middle of the night.
Tap, tip tap above my bed,
the gods as playful as any person
lucky enough to be here. 


Advertisements

About Laura

marketing director at Possible. formerly at Greatist. Still running, finding zen, and searching for the perfect bloody mary.

Posted on November 10, 2011, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: