Sun

"Photosynthesis"

maintaining the normal level of
life
ultimate source of
energy immense
power of human civilization
wavelengths of support

A Found Poem, Discovered outside of the home or workplace

"what it takes to excel"

purpose.

It's absolutely necessary.

our realities

become

success.

the world

as art

is

one splendid

camp.

An Animal's Perspective

Ruby's Morning

*yawn*
*stretch*
What's on the agenda today?
Eat. Sleep. Poop.
Try to sneak into places
I'm not supposed to go.
I think I'll go visit the girl.
She just turned on a
light in the other room.
*hop. hop. hop.*
*scurry down the hall*
*hide in the hutch again*
She saw me!
She always knows
when I am trying to be sneaky.
How does she always know?

I was the kid...

I was the kid
who made up worlds
escaping from my own,
finding creek shells
on the playground,
pretending they'd broken
from unicorn horns.

I was the kid
who never saw recess
all through first grade,
a punishment
for talking to friends,
no one talked to me
at home.

I was the kid
with the Where's Waldo
110 camera,
photographs of puddles
and clouds,
seeing with a lens
so I could shut my eyes.

Early Memories

A flash of light, a sheet of white

And hands, and arms…open

And a smile warms.

And love, and silent strength

And a soft cheek…whispers

And song upon her breath.

And love, and frantic calm

And the strong beats…slow

And the silence of peace.

A sheet of white, a flash of light

I come with these...early memories

And a smile warms.

Early Memory

Family surrounds
     little coffee table
holding, not coffee,
     but a Land of Candy.

Grape gob
     too big for my mouth
bubble-icious
     delicious.

Little hand draws
     purple card
move one, two, three spaces
     to the Rainbow Road.

Excitement explodes.
     Two-year-old legs
jump for joy
     and the gum goes down.

Choke.
     Cough.
Splutter.
     Flail.

Face turns the color
     of the cherished chew
until a THWACK
     knocks it down.

Swallowed.
     Smiled.
My first lesson in
     survival.

TRAPPED

a broad feathered wing
the rain shattering through the air
the call of the earth.
and our blood flows through.

now. become. before the autumn turns to green.
against certainty, upon our first breath.
it is unnatural...this.
and then...

a greater unknowingness, a cold steel.
no room for detours.
the hands are moving
there is a beat
there is a thought
a rock
a hard place
and then...

Snowed In (poem)

They’re stuck in there

A mind can bear

But bare no more

For what’s in store.

Still no light

A blinding white

No grace or sin

I’m just snowed in.

-Victoria DeAngelis