Poem-A-Day Project

31 March, 2011 - Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Thu, 31 Mar 2011 19:17:00 +0000

Rain, becoming ice,
Anticipates the shatter.
Forever changing

16 March, 2011 - Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Thu, 17 Mar 2011 03:40:00 +0000

Graffiti stained walls,
Our Urban Chapel crumbles,
Buried under Tar.

15 March, 2011 - Yarrow Awakening

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Wed, 16 Mar 2011 03:30:00 +0000

"Yarrow Awakening"

Locked away, persecuted, I hoped to recover
Recover, not forget.
Mountains surrounding my retreat blot out the sun,
Wind is a mystery,
Sensations long since forgotten, lost in the ether.
Skulking to my corner, shunned and lost I wait.
Bottle up time, 100 proof, wash away the past.
Withering away I take charge,
Action through my veins, a blast
Piercing through restless mobs
Memories of forgotten gods;
Alone I find my solace, a quiet resting place,
My legacy disappears as I begin to hibernate.

Dormant, I have rested
Untouched by sight or sound,
Yet rest has since eluded me
The day I became unwound.

14 March, 2011 - Bubble

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Mon, 14 Mar 2011 20:55:00 +0000

Bubble

Assemble me! Screw on my arms - not too short -
Pop in the sockets, surround with glue, jam jam jam;
I can't
Fall Apart
again.
Wait - Torso, torsos, where are the bodies?
Lined up. Dimensions checked. Porcelain nightmares.
Smoothed over, sewed up, stripped to androgyny.
Perfect.
That one is perfect.
Left leg shortage, arms serve as substitutes
No! Delivery incoming, salvaged frames found buried,
No.
Frozen - Found frozen.
Twist on the head, my head,
Home, send me home.
Wig on, capped off.
Beaming, glistening, leaving
I inform the infirmed.
Sterilized.

8 March, 2011 - My Eyes

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Wed, 09 Mar 2011 03:10:00 +0000

My Eyes

Days pass in blindness. Caressed by the dark
Until I open.
Pounding, my head forgets
As I fade in to childhood.
I am vexed.
I look upward with placid orbs
Slowly becoming a grounded air balloon
Torn and tattered.
I am deflated.
Inspecting forward I see pores,
Flesh, scars, days on the playground,
Perhaps I eventually see a face.
I am defined.
Downward I fall, becoming an ant
And seeing hundreds of the single blade,
Thousands of building blocks.
I am closed.

7 March, 2011 - Plastic Bag

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 01:01:00 +0000

"Plastic Bag"

Sling you over my shoulder,
Cling to my skin and dangle.
Float.
Fill.
Tear.

Through you I can see
Myself.
Brand names, brand new.

Arriving home I throw you down.
I reach in to unpack.

I am swallowed.

26 February, 2011 - Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 04:54:00 +0000

Starfish swallowed whole,
Returning there to the rest
Shriveling lifeless.

19 February, 2011 - Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 03:39:00 +0000

Watch me play my role,
Drifting in from Act to act...
And the curtain falls

18 February, 2011 - freeform

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Sat, 19 Feb 2011 00:59:00 +0000

Springing Forth,
Showering,
Talent Depleted,
Marrow
finished

17 February, 2011 - Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Fri, 18 Feb 2011 04:38:00 +0000

Lost beneath the waves,
Wandering out in the night,
Always retreating

16 February, 2011 - Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Thu, 17 Feb 2011 05:04:00 +0000

The night shutting down
Skyscrapers sinking, rising,
Imposing their Will.

15 February, 2011 - Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Wed, 16 Feb 2011 05:13:00 +0000

Halfway through the night
Dogs call out. Intensity
Now overshadowed

14 February, 2011 - Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Tue, 15 Feb 2011 04:10:00 +0000

Speakers have faded.
Crackling their last signs of life.
Cobwebs are building

13 February, 2011 - Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Mon, 14 Feb 2011 04:07:00 +0000

Gracefully falling
Rain taps the surface - swallowed,
Consumed, and reborn

12 February, 2011 - "Unwound"

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Sun, 13 Feb 2011 01:35:00 +0000

"Unwound"

Dormant, I have rested
Untouched by sight or sound,
Yet rest has since eluded me
The day I became unwound.

11 February, 2011 - Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Sat, 12 Feb 2011 03:26:00 +0000

Silently they move,
Aimless in their intentions,
Moonlight depleted.

10 February, 2011 - Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Fri, 11 Feb 2011 03:35:00 +0000

Empty apartments,
Dustmite - parasites - eating
Forgotten wishes.

9 February, 2011 - "The Extra Lens"

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Thu, 10 Feb 2011 03:24:00 +0000

"The Extra Lens"

Frame me, chain me.
Wear me and gaze.
Reflection gazing
Backward.
Through the lens
Through the lens
Again
Looking upward
Downward
Right
There
now

8 February, 2011 - Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Wed, 09 Feb 2011 03:09:00 +0000

Steps lead to subways,
Trains swallowed, maneuvering
The city's innards.

7 February, 2011 - "Sewers"

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Tue, 08 Feb 2011 00:22:00 +0000

"Sewers"

Houses cracking in the distance
Falling upon the tarnished earth
Losing
Window panes lined with diamonds
Stretching beneath
Deep
Beneath
Sewers

6 February, 2011 - Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Sun, 06 Feb 2011 18:58:00 +0000

Picking the marrow,
Husks lining the drained basin,
Buried forgotten.

5 February, 2011 - Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Sun, 06 Feb 2011 01:11:00 +0000

Drifting through the cracks
The pebbles travel downward
Falling endlessly

4 February, 2011 - Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 23:06:00 +0000

Pouring, from the tree
Ashes blanketing the earth,
Assaulting the ground.

25 March, 2010 - Mine Fields

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Fri, 26 Mar 2010 02:06:00 +0000

"Mine Fields"

Rising from our graves every morning
I stumble around the dusty room,
Shattered photos you tossed last night
Shed glass shards prodding my bare feet,
My makeshift alarm. And my screams
Leave You
Numb.

Bounding over our broken chairs
Littering our Persian carpets
I descend to the unkempt kitchen,
Wheezing refrigerator left ajar
Misplaced gallons of ice cream, half eaten,
In Silence
Melt.

Beyond the window our picket fence is falling,
One white stake at a time drops;
I pour the last glass of orange juice,
You push past the sinking rafters,
Warmth dances up my spine, eyes rising,
Our Gazes
Meet.

24 March, 2010 - Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Rich Thorne) — Thu, 25 Mar 2010 02:43:00 +0000

Cracked lampposts hissing,
Burn - Sparking - fireflies retreat
Westward in Winter.