#ithaca
We stood at that crossroads,
bathed in lamplight,
blind,
he never even knew this was the end of us.
He pulled me close, closer
than I had ever been held
and I knew
we could never see each other again.
Under the wash of night,
I had finally found a ship calling out to me.
Someone had heard my call for help.
Someone had seen me.
For so long it was I who left them:
where they stood;
where I could still love them.
But I pushed him ahead of me.
I stood there and made him leave me
before my heart could chase after him.
He tried to turn back to me
with one last
dream-defying grin and I
squeezed my eyes shut.
I saw him once more after that,
I missed him by just a second,
I did not call out to him.
Our time together was over.
He told me to sail to him,
and the magic words to say;
I vowed for her sake to never utter them.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 10:15 PM UTC
Pearl white floral treat
entwined in the vines of hair
sundress draped a frame petite
skin so smooth and fair
Calm oceans happily gaze
glass of wine we share
tropical blue I'll sail for days
lost in the waves serene care
Lift the glass to those lush lips
we'll share some little laughs
for the first time this seedy ship
doesn't mind posing photographs
Beacon of moonlight
how you so guide
a lost star back to night
where it will find its stride
My enchanting little carnation
oh how you so complete
this lost dull constellation
giving meaning to its heartbeat
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
Here say have someplace in Collegetown,
You are on with VW because yesterday you were beginning to fade.
You start down rain now after a sunny morning,
When you slow down the blinking gets worse,
That huge old green house on the corner of the shiny face of you,
You feel terror in your people on their way to Ha D es,
To go all day—in case they can’t stop,
So this is what failed... You couldn’t avoid that crowd,
Chances are that any one of these people had quarreled with a friend,
The Impact was you... in Ithaca
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
A Cornell bathroom
Marble doors with penciled in
Confessional poems
A hot summer day
I'm still waiting for a guide
To call up my group
I'm starting to think
That I may have finally
Found my dream college
The day is still got
But with the fun I'm having
I don't really mind
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
Oh Penelope, Penelope
in the winds blowing distant!
when storms gather at night
and lightning pierces the sea,
I see how Zeus has struck,
such is time, that
slices through the heart
Oh Penelope Penelope
Did I love you over honour?
Athene oh Athene,
were my prayers not enough?
In the small hours' brewing
pain, how I took valour granted,
oh to believe that destiny
is all but deed and dust,
that victory is about winning
Burying my knees in sand,
set on the horizon, here I mourn:
turning over the wheel of time,
too mortal my soul
for the love of a nymph
Oh Penelope, Penelope,
in the winds blowing distant!
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
The day of
her affair
And Poldy
-in love-
allowing it
A father invites a son
into the kitchen,
talking before
he walks
him
out
Reentering
the house at night
filled with evidence
of Boylan
Crumbs brushed
off the bed
-ten years
since-
Feet at the head
and head at the
foot, a behind
kiss to Gea-tellus
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC