Haiku 1

 

Peeling back layers

More than skeletal remains

A soul, a mural

6/22/11

Creative Collision (Poem)

 Creative Collision

In this white-on-white spectrum
I pale to your brilliance
All-encompassing and consistent
Gathering all hues

Omniscient in a momentary mingle
To marvel at your masterworks
Crafting sentences
Into unbroken circles of words

That fractal and collide
And Spirograph out of control

To this I aspire

(c) Expressions by Christine 6/21/11

Hung Out (Poem)

Hung out

Those words you used

Were soggy, you know

Dripping with less than enthusiastic

Restraint

Washboard and lye

Not abrasive enough

To scrub and scour

Out the harshest of thoughts

Til you set him to work

Carrying your basketful of stink

To the Laundromat again

Hung out to dry

©Expressions by Christine 6-20-11

Veiled (Poem)

Veiled

Questioning these layers

I look back

And see ghosts

Compartmentalized

As I try to make myself

Invisible

Hiding here in these weeds

©Expressions by Christine 6/19/11

Numbers (Poem)

Numbers

I’m sorry numbers

About the fifth-grade anxiety

Never getting you right

Never understanding

A fraction of terror

Cringing at fractions

And decimal point equations

Math races at the chalkboard

And the pit-of-my-stomach regret

On having a good friend

Who went on to become

A mathematician and professor

At a major university.

© Expressions by Christine 6-18-11

Ambition (Poem)

 

Ambition

You asked me about ambition

And I replied “That’s a little too rapid fire

For me. I’m more of a plain Corn Flakes

Kinda gal, before all the hoopla”

Strawberries and sugar are alright,

Don’t get me wrong –

But if I am going to start somewhere

I will be comfortable here in black

And white.

Figuring out shadows and light

Being vulnerable

Building strength

And then kicking down doors.

© Expressions by Christine 6/17/11

Minimal (Poem)

 

I wanted to see the complexities 

Absorb them

Make them my own

All the detail

Minute, yet universal

I wanted a lightbulb to go off

And flash me the answers

To the riddles

And the jokes that were on me

But here we are

And I am not laughing

Although I am going to dance again

Hips swaying

And hair swinging.

(c)Expressions by Christine 2011