Author: sobrietypoet

Ashes falling into my cup

I can hold my daughter’s compassion in firelight one tiny log at a time make it last her ashes falling into my cup I can hold the weight of the moon in my breath one porcelain eye on my chest make me see her ashes falling into my cup I can hold my soul in…

Atlas

How much can you swallow before it swallows you back When the empty is heavier than the sky that he held over his head for losing to Zeus to Gods who have no business being Gods I thought about that today going back up the stairs to my office after a particularly shitty phone call…

There is no alone with poetry

Dead poets line four walls Fixed eyes, thin skin choking on dust Indignant, gracious Quit looking for me here, they say The best part of living is what you learn alone in the dark when the rest of the world sleeps All the losing and winning Brimming and seeping from pottery shards unearthed in our…

Night walk

I’ll walk to the cemetery tonight and find you like we did in college when phones were fat with squiggly tails and I always hoped it was you I’d start off up the hill above my dorm soft jeans and sensible shoes loud, blue parka nothing at all in my pockets through ushering pines and…

The problem of evil

Isn’t it interesting how other animals don’t seem to feel sorry for themselves? The loss of a child Starvation Bitter cold, brutal heat They simply bow their heads and eat when it’s offered And how we look so hard within domes and people, that which is offered so baldly in the wild I wonder People…

Divorce

The TV could be on in the other room You’d be on your laptop half interested in everything, nothing Anything but me Our daughter would be somewhere here; absently, greedily eating illusions And I’d be dying quietly, no differently than I am now… Except that now I get to walk the catacomb like a priestess…

I am an ocean

I am an ocean full of dark things that never see light My body covers the earth and when the sun bears his touch I remember how vast I really am I could spend hours rolling my head side to side trying to see all of myself And that’s when you see me and remember…

My Hawk

I love the way she cries Only does it when she needs to She beats the sunrise to her totem overlooking the meadow I try and catch her through binoculars, but what could be better than my naked eye Then it occurs to me in this moment why I love her so much She is…

Buddha Nature

Nature’s ceaseless muscle Pulls us From these small hours These dying bodies Because the Truth is Fires that start in space never stop spreading Sunlight is touchable on a horse’s hip A soft hand always heavies the eye And we breathe through our hearts Knowing the notes of a song we’ve never heard before

I was here

If I live to be a hundred, I will be just as beautiful as I am now. My sun heart will still rise before I do. My moon mind will still gawk about the midnight of my bed quarters. My star-fire blood will still warm the bow of infinity that is my flesh. And my…