Don’t make me surrender you. Surrender to me your will, your stubbornness, your self, made as it is of contrariness, blood, parts of me and parts of your father. We are all the same: sixty percent stubbornness, the rest impatience, a drive to do the one thing they ask us not to. We can’t help [...]
Posts Tagged ‘sonnet’
Still Working on that Crown
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged crown of sonnets, formal poem, Lynn, sonnet on April 16, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Year One
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged formal poetry, Lynn, sonnet on April 10, 2009 | 2 Comments »
They cut me open, gave me you. My heart Stopped and then started again. Here’s what The doctors don’t say: outside you, a second heart lives now, beating, bleeding, fragile and cut off from you, but connected by mouth and arms. You touched me with your hunger, your fingers on my face as if you [...]
Birth
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged formal poetry, Lynn, sonnet on April 9, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Didn’t we know you would always be difficult? Even before you were born, you turned and twisted my insides. So it began. All we wanted was you, before we learned your sex, your name, the intensity of night and your cries. Before you opened your eyes, saw me, gave me life. You had a light [...]
Running Sonnet
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged formal poetry, Lynn, running, sonnet on April 7, 2009 | 1 Comment »
On days I run before dawn, my fav- orite sight is blue-black becoming pink. If it’s afternoon, I prefer feeling my legs moving, quickly, through warmth. I think I run therefore I am, but actually, I am therefore I run, as our ancestors must have, running from lions or toward lambs or just the next [...]
Battlestar Galactica sonnet
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged formal poetry, Lynn, poem, sonnet on April 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I need Battlestar Galactica, the way a junkie needs smack, an addiction more fierce than lust, a need that may lead to more need, how, when the story moves toward resolution we approach myth, every character becomes an archetype: the leader, the rebel, the heroine. I want to be the pissed off, ass-kicking Starbuck: pilot, [...]
