I might post a poem of my own now and then but otherwise its just things I think are beautiful or important. Nothing here is mine unless it has my name on it.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Important
“When I was a girl, some centuries ago, I was afraid even of my own reflection. I entered a room and attempted to dissolve into the shadows. But there is only so long one in a position such as ours can hide,” Lady Danbury confides. “I knew I would have to step into the light someday and I could not very well be frightened. So, instead, I made myself frightening. I sharpened my wit, my wardrobe, and my eye, and I made myself the most terrifying creature in any room I entered.”His late mother’s dearest friend asks only one thing of the future Duke of Hastings in return for her tutelage: “You must promise me that when you step into the light, you will be worthy of the attention you command.”
- Lady Danbury to His Grace - the Future Duke of Hastings
Intimacy- here, there, and everywhere in between.
1. the state of being intimate.
2.
a close, familiar, and usually affectionate or loving personal relationship with another person or group.
3.
a close association with or detailed knowledge or deep understanding of a place, subject, period of history, etc.: an intimacy with Japan.
4.
an act or expression serving as a token of familiarity, affection, or the like: to allow the intimacy of using first names.
5.
an amorously familiar act; liberty.
6.
sexual intercourse.
7.
the quality of being comfortable, warm, or familiar: the intimacy of the room.
Coming and going like they thought
our front door was a revolver,
In: Bang!
Out: Bang!
In: Bang!
I have to remind myself
they are not here for me.
“No offense.”
“Didn’t mean it.”
but discomfort is tangible
like sunlight, or cold,
Like the earnest anxiety of:
“I still love you but I need
us to remain friends.”
This is
chasing bullets with
music and conversation.
They try.
They all try,
always failing,
and failing
Out: Bang!
I’m left but they weren’t here
for me.
Music is background to gentle bustling.
I turn it off.
It’s clearly time to go.
Out: Bang!
One in the chamber for the silence that remains.
-Daniel Wilkinson
12/5/15
Still Learning
There are tiny oak trees in the mid-west.
You wouldn’t think that by looking
and people driving by on the highway
don’t all the time.
Adult oaks at an inch tall,
I think there’s a kind of perspective
you have when you grow up with
trees you can’t help but notice
but people driving by on the highway
don’t all the time.
These are the passersby,
passing everything
and being passed in turn,
freeway the social,
putt putt.
Balance on two wheels welling
the kinds of things we expect
older people to say.
Compare the ages
of a pine and oak
at the same heights.
We’re up here
but don’t be afraid
even if we sway in the light
touch of wind’s lilting lullaby.
Don’t fall asleep!
The higher we climb,
the more certain and chaotic
our deaths.
It’ll never be the climb or fall
that kills us.
Its the forgetting our roots and becoming rigid.
-Daniel Wilkinson
9/19/15
(Source: hardingmeyer)
