Skip to main content

Poem: Apple Snow Sister (2004)

It was your feet that broke the path
Wandering through the innocence of snow
I only hear the stories,
Six paces deep
Like legends you are
Giant foot prints to fill
Even though my way was easier
I suppose
Maybe
It tickles, this mirrors reflection
The apple branch too high to reach
The pond too far across to swim through alge and muck
And I weigh the knowledge of the heroes on the scale
With you, nail-biting until it balances
Even calm, beautiful
Stumbling along, I try to keep up in the sand
But the silent black waves wash the path clean
And I am alone not alone on some foreign shore
Wondering how you didn’t break your neck
Falling from the nest
Somehow it works though it makes little sense
Bright ribbon gifts of no excuses
Veer left, little on, or right
You’ll never catch up
I’m not supposed to, right.
Watch me as I fall
I’ll watch you as you soar
Big sister equals stepping off the ledge
And means simple open arms.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Still boldly going: The Shatner/Nimoy Conversation (BronzeShelter, 2002)

  Tease:  Creative Light Entertainment recorded William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy talking to each other about how their lives changed because of one television show.  The Bronze Shelter talks to Executive Producer, Scott Zakarin, about his Mind Meld project.  The simplest ideas prove to be the best:  Shatner and Nimoy talking.  Better idea?  Record the conversation.  That’s just what Creative Light Entertainment did:  MIND MELD: Secrets Behind the Voyage of a Lifetime .  The two pop culture kingpins kicked back at Nimoy's place to chat about their time on the Star Trek series and how the show affected the rest of their lives.)  Reviewers and fans alike have raved over the eighty minutes of friendly, honest banter that makes this copy a must see for fans and curious alike.  (This graph sounds like the teaser with the next one as the beginning of the article….Okay I take that back.  This graph would be great if the arti...
Post a Comment
Read more

An Unconventional Thanksgiving (Editorial, 2003)

 Teaser:  Neither sleet, snow nor dead of night will keep this reporter from her appointed tasks:  cosmopolitans and comics.      Big white pillars and that age-old colonialism that comes with white domes that light up in the night sky is the last place I ever pictured to attend a comic book convention.  The Hilton Columbus, nestled in the Yuppieville of the Easton Town Center, end-capped a street lined in a Virgin Megastore, Cheesecake Factory and Barnes & Noble.  On the snowy weekend after Turkey Day, Roger and Jane Price threw the twenty-fourth annual Mid Ohio Con.      Am I name-dropping?  You bet, when the names are this good to drop.      After hitting the box office, the main drag down and around was lined with publishers and guests – I just loved seeing all the independent publishers and retailers right there.  I don’t know about anyone else, one of the most exciting things about going to a comic...
Post a Comment
Read more

Writing Prompt #821

     “Bottoms up, bitches!” She declared with a hiccup, raising her glass.       “I don’t think it’s responsible for heroes to get drunk after defeating a villain,” another girl interjected. The first girl continued drinking, raising her middle finger.      It was weird for a Wednesday night.  Normally, during the middle of the week, the patrons were regulars and the drinks were beer on tap.  But that night, the room was filled with flamboyantly dressed women and the drinks were cocktails and white wine spritzers.      I wouldn’t say I worked at a drive bar, but more of a low-end Cheers.  The place didn’t serve food, but there was a pizza delivery joint down the block so food found its way in from time to time.  While the statewide smoking ban prevented a haze from obscuring faces, the old wood paneling and solid wood bar still smelled of well-loved, fully-smoked cigarettes.      ...
Post a Comment
Read more