memories of a young poet

“November Lace” ~ Photo by Rene



marble notebook in hand
she slipped away 

from the fray
unnoticed
up
to her childhood room
through
the bedroom window
and onto the rooftop poetic:

” she sat 
arms hugging knees
surveying life,
the leafless trees
spindly branches claw the sky
scratching for sun,
to heaven they cry
psalms of wisdom,
strength and grace
woven in November lace”
 
the air felt good
against her flushed cheeks
a beautiful sunset
was now in progress
she was thankful for this
she was thankful
for finding her peace
she belonged
right here,
right now
to this moment


Excerpted from “November Lace” by Rene
Rene ~ February 9, 2013

For d’Verse Poetics “Meeting The Bar-Mining The Memory”

french toast

Image: PublicDomain.com

God, man
It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone whistle in my kitchen
It’s quite the delight
Ahhh…you made coffee
And you’re making french toast!
You are a saint
You gotta fiddle with that knob on the left rear burner
Like this
It’s a pain in the butt sometimes
Personally, I think it just likes the extra attention
Mmm…your ear smells like cinnamon
not fair, man, that…
not fair at all
your ass looks better in my sweatpants than mine does
I now have to kill myself
After I eat a loaf of french toast, though
You want some orange juice?
freshly squeezed…somewhere
Tell me, again
Why is it we never were?

Rene ~ January 5, 2013
For 100 Word Song
The song prompt was Dan Fogleberg’s
Same Old Auld Lang Syne

This is my spin on the classic

thirteen

Image: public domain images

i don’t believe in
superstitions
they only breed
unholy ignorance
can’t no rabbit’s foot
could ever fix

i don’t find trouble
in fearsome digits
when there are
way too many
demonic idiots
that have me counting to
six
six
six

i ain’t skeered of
crossin’ black cats or
tippin’ toes ’round
every street crack
to keep my mamma
upright

and i’m never one
for cussin’
when i’m given
a bakers dozen
12 + 1
is perfectly fine

good things
for me
it seems
always happen
in
thirteens
i don’t know
what else there is
to say
i guess i’m lucky
lucky
that way

Rene ~ January 1, 2013
Happy, Lucky 2013

For d’Verse Poets Open Link Night
Week 77 ~ Happy New Year!

road notes

i always am
the truth
when i’m driving
hands at 10 and 2
so help me God
i swear i own this road
this neck of the woods
yeah
i’ll prove it
sign it in chalk
and date it
tear it on the dashed line
keep one half
mail the other
this highway’s not a ribbon
it is a zipper
unzzzipped
your land rolls
into my land
into freedom
honest as night
nose to nose
eyes wild with
halogen soaked
promised land mountain songs
reach up
palm that star
the second from the right
it’s no lie
shhhh…
let me ride

Rene~December 27, 2012
for d’verse “Meet The Bar”/Postmodern Experimental

assurance

Forget-Me-Not trembles
when Night leans in
Tilting his head, cupping her chin
Why do you shake when I am near?
You are my truest love my dear

Oh dear Night, I am not afraid
Just grateful for the visit paid
Lost memory is what I fear
You are my truest love my dear

Night smiles winking a starry eye
Now who knows you, better than I?
Forget-Me-Not laughs her joy clear
You are my truest love my dear

Rene ~ December 21, 2012

For d’Verse Poets

sacred

when you fell
from your mother
you were the apple
of her eye

such a dear
little babe
with a thorn
in your cry

a squirming
fertile
wild agenda
taking seed inside

the walls could never
hold you back
damned
if they didn’t try

your momma prayed
for you,
singing
all through the night

you grew tall
in the sunshine
picking diamonds
from the ire

a fearless
little lamb
braiding snakes
into wire

your bleeding
sacred
burnished heart
pulsing red with fire

the walls could never
hold you back
damned
if they didn’t try

your momma prayed
for you,
singing
all through the night

Rene ~ December 13, 2012
For 100 Word Song
and Meeting the Bar

bridesmaid

i won’t be leaving here with you
nor will you be staying with me
for any longer than you see fit
that is just the way of it


it is the silent refrain of my being
i won’t be leaving here with you
but i will stay, until this song is done
as your ceremonial chosen one


no, this won’t be my last time
though it is the first time
i won’t be leaving here with you
shh, now, darling. this is what i do


i see it in your eyes, our times
drawing to a close. please don’t mind
the tears they come, they go, it’s true
i won’t be leaving here with you

Rene ~ December 8, 2012

paradox

Image ( via Magpie Tales)
Object To Be Destroyed ~ Man Ray

I often wonder
where you’ve gone
usually after
I’ve had a bit of fun

you never wait
for me, or anyone
for that matter
always on your way

noiselessly spinning
healing wounds
dispensing tinctures
making fools

in circles you are
cursed, blessed
sucked and
wasted

try as I might
you will not be
forced or
hurried

you are
what I wish for
more than anything
yet

when I have you
in my hands
all I want to do
is kill you

Rene ~ December 2, 2012

For Magpie Tales

george

Image via Magpie Tales

I always said
I’d wait for you
til the cows came home

a problem
since I live nowhere
but here

and seldom is heard
an E I E I O
outside of PS 152

but here I stay
for years
for ever and a Tuesday

through radio days
and long distance nights
I am your eternal Gibralter

your faithful
winged backed
rude world blinder

in time I may go
but today, like every day
I stand guard, ready to serve

as Gershwin melodies
crumble through windows
and walls turn to clay

Rene ~ November 25, 2012

For Magpie Tales