http://cacciatorepoetry.net/content Just another WordPress weblog Sun, 23 May 2010 14:54:44 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en This is about a boy moments before being introduced at his post–bah mitzvah bash. I was in a hotel lobby talking to a friend when he passed by with his parents. He was all nerves and anticipation. I immediately sensed this was the biggest moment of his life. What once seemed ... http://cacciatorepoetry.net/content/?p=50 When I was young, my sister and I used to ride our bikes to a big ditch down the road and then try to climb out of it. We were usually unsuccessful. [‘Twas a healthy tract of great unearth,  Matched in size by its own dearth.] Quickly into the ditch we stole,  Then, ... http://cacciatorepoetry.net/content/?p=6 Young love: What goes up, must come down.  Like a rusted bronze October sheaf,  In spiral to the earth beneath,  From our nimble limb we twirl,  Leaflets on a windblown trail —      And soon aground, both are we. http://cacciatorepoetry.net/content/?p=22 Life loses all color when a relationship ends. I wanted the reader to be able to smell the oil paints as they were reading this.  No mauve, no puce,  No primrose hue,  No violet-red,      Or spot of blue.  No peach, no sky,  No orange dapple,  No van dyke brown,      By green of apple.    No pink, ... http://cacciatorepoetry.net/content/?p=20 I wanted to create a feeling of human despair through a series of images of everyday objects. Used all lowercase to help with the mood.  empty,  like a tin can dented,  by the side of the road.  empty,  like a barren, cold  pipe and stove.    empty,  like a roadside clerk’s   dusty till.    empty,  like a gaping hole,  crying for fill.    empty,  like an ... http://cacciatorepoetry.net/content/?p=18 The first time away from a lover can be trying. One remedy: Think about anything else.  A new angle on Pythagoras?  In its web I’d gladly get lost;  Five pages on Frost, perhaps?  The subject matter matters not;  Study maps of Ancient Greece?  A topographical relief;  Translate verbs in foreign tongue?  I shall attaque every one;  Organic lab analysis?  In ... http://cacciatorepoetry.net/content/?p=15 It’s a drag rolling over in bed to find nothing instead of something. Real happy with the imagery and wordplays here. [When my love beside I cannot shake, Horizontal’s the lie I fabricate.] Each morning as you depart,         Our sleepy feather bed,         A slight depression always ... http://cacciatorepoetry.net/content/?p=81 For my wife. Written around the time we were really blossoming as a pair.  In a mash of questions  With answers none,      Stirred by feelings rent with love, —  One thought alone breathes verily:  “Who ‘neath God’s blue tent above,  Can claim to be as blest as thee,  When thine heart doth bleeds, for      ... http://cacciatorepoetry.net/content/?p=134 A quick little ditty.  In this chest of small delight,  Rests a symbol of a larger truth,  For these sweet candies are but a pittance,  Compared to the treasure I found in you. http://cacciatorepoetry.net/content/?p=132 A newspaper, a bagel, and a little romance on the morning train. That’s not a bad way to start a day. Waiting for the train, ‘top Aged hick’ry floor, Something filled the air, Swirling as-if to storm. No early morning rain, Unborn before the land, Or thinnest veil of fog, Hath ever felt so grand. ‘Twere naked to ... http://cacciatorepoetry.net/content/?p=128 When I was in school, I never had the guts to ask the pretty girls to dance. Stole the title from a song by the band Queen.  Only last week, I walked these hushed halls,  To gather my lines and settle my heart,  For sitting alone, beyond love’s brick wall,  Was an unwritten play, ... http://cacciatorepoetry.net/content/?p=125 A first kiss in the moonlight. Over-the-top, syrupy romanticism … but so much fun to write! (Opium refers to a brand of perfume.) [In perfect union, Breathed the heavenly bodies above; One cascading dreamy incandescence, Upon the other’s fly-by-night love.] Like a pale blue pasture, Sheeting through the long-leaf pines, The moon’s light ... http://cacciatorepoetry.net/content/?p=121 For my wife. The last four lines still send me: “’Tis the red, red apples aglow in her cheeks …”   The kiss on me you planted,  Planted deep the seed,  That bore the fruits of love,  Resplendent in all I see.  Your skin a velvety peach,  Your lips a kiwi treat, a  Slender stem your neck to ... http://cacciatorepoetry.net/content/?p=117 Everyone knows a Horn Pond — a place where all your cares disappear.  In gray chilled air or slivered sunshine,  Tethered are we by her fingers in mine;  Now soon all our cares we shall abscond,  Into the trees and water beyond,      For all is well when circling Horn Pond. http://cacciatorepoetry.net/content/?p=115 One of my favorite strings of lines are the four that start with “Bereft …” Saying them aloud sounds like singing to me. About a girl who takes my breath away — literally.  Every time I look at you,  Another breath of mine is stolen,  One by one you wisp them away,  From this ... http://cacciatorepoetry.net/content/?p=113