everyday

a cardinal quickly came down
into the green grass front lawn
and just as quickly sprang up
onto the sun-faded steel black lamp post
just long enough to steal a smile
from my unexpecting eyes left filled
wondering if the robin who came next
understood his lack of beauty
and what his dull black feathers
look like in reflections.

my brain works in circles

when i think about pictures
i think about their memories
and how the picture isn't really anything.
i think about what there once was
and how it isn't truly captured.
i think about how it can be looked at
and how it can be reflected on.
i think about how just remembering
is living something again in a new way
and how the picture really is something.

two-a-days

back in creative writing class Mr. Wise said that it was a really helpful writing exercise to try to write at least two poems a day. even if they're both only haiku-length or even just little couplets or something. so from here on out i am going to use this blog to post two poems a day. i'm fairly positive that i won't care much for a majority of them, but it's worth it. i'm writing this (and these poems) mostly for myself since i don't think anyone reads this blog. however, if you do read it i hope at least a fraction of what you read is mildly enjoyable, whether it's in a provocative way or just a simple pleasure.