Utter mutters

Unfamiliar anywhere

2010-05-10T11:16:00.000-07:00

There's this road that I drive
everyday
Yet, sometimes, coming and going from home,
I wind around one particular bend, and have no idea where I am.
I wonder if I've missed my turn, and search for a familiar landmark.
Round the next bend, I see the familiar lights of a pizza joint, and the looming pie in the sky, and breathe in to find I am back in my world again.

Home alone

2010-03-04T13:36:00.000-08:00

I wrote this about being in the house by myself. I actually had to work at it, unlike my usual poems, which just come out whole. Let me know what you think!

I sometimes see a little ghost
out the corner of my eye
When I try to take a peek at him
he does a duck and dive

My spooky-wooky blows on the curtains
as I try to fall asleep
I hear him fiddling with the window hinge
and stalking with stocking feet

He stole my baking paper
just after I got it from the store
To torment me, he hides the kitchen door keys
and moves them from the drawer

My uninvited houseguest
- a pain as he may be -
only shows when I'm home alone
to keep my company

I give him leave to stay in my house
until my spouse returns
then he leaves as quickly as he came
... until Grant has to go again ...

long-distance love

2010-03-01T07:27:00.000-08:00

i love you
too
in warm floaty beams
that fly across the ocean
in wavy little lines

i hope they find your heart there, and you breath them in
and stop, in the hustle and bustle of london, and smile at the thought of me

Old carrots

2010-02-28T11:52:00.000-08:00

Have you ever noticed the way carrots feel
when you leave them out of the fridge for too long?
Rubbery and kinda textured,
a lot like a freshly dismembered finger
before it starts to rot.

the hole in my heart

2010-02-28T06:31:00.000-08:00

a little worm, inside my chest
gnaws away, after you say
i love you

he nibbles and nips,
and chips away
until i wonder if you really mean what you say
or if you won't change your mind in the next moment

so, i know you get tired of saying it
but please realise each time it gets eaten a bit
so i'm always low on i love you

Wallflower

2010-02-27T12:42:00.000-08:00

I remember what it was like
to be the one that turned everyone's heads
To be watched, and have my hair stroked
and told how lovely and thick and golden it is.
Old men, with a sharp intake of breath, wished they were 20 or 30 years younger.

Now, I fade,
My black dress clings too tightly
My mousey brown locks are wound tightly onto my head, to keep the wind from blowing my hair into my lipgloss.

People notice I'm there when I add something to the conversation
and they look up, surprised that I've been there all along.

It used to be me that started conversations.

I know I'm not the same me that I was on the outside,
but where has the me on the inside gone?

This empty house remembers you

2010-02-26T12:49:00.001-08:00

The heat is trapped inside here,
from before you left.
My tearstains scar your pillow still.
You are gone; though not for long,
but I am still here trying to make sense of my bubbling feelings
with words
While I picture you, flying away, and forgetting all about this.

Sun, gorgeous sun!

2009-08-05T01:38:00.000-07:00

THANK YOU for coming all this way to visit.
I know you have so many other places you have to be, and it's hard for you to come here.
But the truth is, I miss your touch on my skin.
I OFTEN remember days gone by when we would spend the day frolicking together outdoors.
I hope that one day we'll be able to be together AGAIN.

For what it's worth...

2009-06-30T07:07:00.000-07:00

I love you.

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/cardigans/forwhatitsworth.html
http://listen.grooveshark.com/#/song/For_What_It_s_Worth_Polar_Session_01_/1920986

Things I find at the bottom of my bra at the end of the day...

2009-06-25T14:17:00.000-07:00

...Oh! The treasures that are mined there.
Today, I found a rubber band.
Sometimes food or a false eyelash.
All the world's missing earrings at some point or another make their way past my cleavage and down to my sweaty underboob.
I wonder what surprise I'll find tomorrow?

Sell all my things

2009-06-09T07:12:00.001-07:00

This is a song by Rosie Thomas, off her album 'Only with laughter can you win'. It's not necessarily a sentiment I share any longer, but definitely something that I can identify with from one time in my life. To listen to this song for free, look it up on Grooveshark or Spotify (it's perrrttyyy).

In a little while I'll feel better
Gonna travel around the world
Gonna see it all...

Gonna go to Paris, maybe Rome
But I'll feel better miles away from home,
Gotta figure some things out...

So sell all my things, I'm not coming home...
There's nothing there to keep me there...
Just heartache and panic and worries and things that'll bring me down
My head feels much clearer being here

In a little while I'll feel better
Gonna spill my heart to every stranger in every town
I'll visit castles in Ireland, have some fella play the violin and play a song for me...

So sell all my things, I'm not coming home...
There's nothing there to keep me there...
Just heartache and panic and worries and things that'll bring me down
My head feels much clearer being here

Bloomsbury

2009-06-09T01:28:00.000-07:00

Late on a damp summer's evening in Bloomsbury,

night shadows dance on the wall in the glow of a streetlight.

Ticker-tuckers outside mark the wheels of pilgrims scurrying to catch the Piccadilly line, although, if you listen carefully, sometimes this is the klip-te-klop of police horses.

The downstairs neighbour plays his bass too loud (and too badly) and men stumbling home from the Marquis Cornwallis bicker and joke loudly. But I'm too tired to care, and as my eyelids grow heavy, all the clamor.................

fades..................

out...

Flickering streetlamp

2009-06-04T13:41:00.001-07:00

Sometimes, streetlamps wink at me.
I wink back, and thank my guardian angel for letting me know it's there.

11:11

2009-05-06T15:14:00.000-07:00

When it is 11:11, I think of my precious friend Alicia,
Who taught me, back when we were 13, to make a wish at this time.
I still do, to this day.
It's funny though, because I mentioned it to her once, and she was adamant that it was me who told her to make a wish.

Blooming orchids

2009-04-29T01:52:00.000-07:00

On my kitchen window sill, I have some orchids.

One is white, and one is pink, and I enjoy them when I was the dishes.

For a long time, the one looked dead, but since I moved it to this spot it has celebrated the sun and the water and the love by sharing its precious beauty with us.

I guess everything flourishes when in the right environment.

A thing I like about spring...

2009-04-15T06:56:00.000-07:00

... is the cherry blossom trees.

I always feel like there's been a wedding, and when the confetti sticker stuckers in my hair, I feel I'm a part of it.