Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Third Eye Blind

Third Eye Blind 

Supposedly, there's an eye
in the middle of the forehead --
third eye, chakra, blind.
I wish I could open that one
and the ones in the back of my head,
feel my way, steel myself
instead of fighting currents.
I would flow on streams of knowing
gliding forward, kicking back.

It has been a long time since I have written, and it feels like I have been just carried along blindly, letting things just happen. It's almost as if I've abdicated. Writing this helped me see that I have to find my flow...and kick back.

Monday, March 2, 2015

cleaning adolph's tub

This poem is inspired by the photo at The Mag, Tess Kincaid's weekly poetry prompt.

cleaning adolph's tub

what can wash 
                      the grit
from this man's tub

bits of bone float 

but abrasive rub

drains fill 
             with ash 
and teeth

even the pipes