Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Summer Butterflies

What follows is a poem, but please allow me a bit of navel-gazing and reflection before we get into the work itself.

"Summer Butterflies" is a poem that details the emotional content of my relationship with a particular person. It is, broadly speaking, the culmination of nearly two years of experience. Because my relationship with the person has not yet ended, the possibility of additional stanzas being added at some point in the future is a very real one. In this way, "Summer Butterflies" is a work in progress.

Because Blogger is being a real asshole about preserving my indents, and the indents are very important to this poem, I'm providing a link to the poem here. Additionally, if you don't like clicking on links, I'm embedding the poem in the post as well, though I don't really care for how tiny it is.

Friday, July 23, 2010


This poem is dedicated to someone very important.

My love was once a fire pure
Burning hot and clean.
Now the signal's slick with smoke
From oil and gasoline

I've seen a lot of bridges burned
By my consuming fire.
And watched each girl I've loved become
Impurities on the pyre.

But all the while through each heart break
My soul continues singing.
And it beats on, my wounded heart
Though every cut keeps stinging.

As I look forward, I cannot see
An end to loss and yearning.
But though the smoke grows thick and black
I'll keep this fire burning.