Tag Archives: Tall
Ahh, the girl from that January beachBig League
Denali in Disguise
Ice posing as something benign
Have you believing I’m only tiny daggers
Draw closer
Hear
Cathedral chimes
Strike an unholy fear into you, I will
Begin with me the wintry journey
Dying, now that the falling is done
Come back, will you?
Taller next time
Wise enough to yield
While I command the Summer
Tall Order
Juicy
Miracle from God
I met my match in you
Which of us has the quieter lips
The longest green stare?
Mechanical
Bastard, but not exactly
Father-figure to everyone, you
So help me now
Let’s dance, like you said, damn it
For Father’s, In Advance
For the fathers who found me right where I was at those given times, and right on-time
You, who, with green eyes, blue eyes, and blue-green eyes
Loved me with a love that helped me grow tall, be tall, and stay tall
Thank you for the canned vegetables, the frozen vegetables for-the-first-time-in-a-lifetime, and for the fresh-from-the-farm-and-roadside vegetables
Though some would seriously judge, I needed your yo’ mama jokes, bar room jokes, and first thing in the morning jokes, to remind me to smile
-you showed This firstborn how to be Serious Business, after all-
Thank you forefathers, for being my fathers, for being there then, and though elsewhere now, for being still here nonetheless
Impulse
A person, willowy or firm
Of thought or fortitude
One about so tall
Needn’t think as a single
Leaf or brick or synapse or impulse
Who cannot move at all
Not on a day such as this
As water gleams
As sun shines
Someplace
On this where that we are
Grand Village
I entered school less than best-dressed
But jazzed them nonethess
With my knowing
At home, they did their best
My God! They were kids
What had they that I might glean
‘though, they gave me a closet of dresses
Sometimes ragged denim
And space decorated with what kids need
Animals, charicatures, loveliness, love
I put it all on
That my height not betray
My child’s age
I came away from those tall years
Not half bad
I went back in a dream
Early one day
Spent from the years of adult nonsense
Wearing again ragged denim
Too short for my legs
I chose to hide foraging
In some school closet
For someone else’s clothes
That I’d fit in
That I’d not look to old for him
Too young for them
That they’d understand my intellect
My heart
I’m happy to say, nearing the end, I am
Not half-bad
June 18, 2016: A Haiku
But for candlelight
It grows dimmer with each night
Her glad silhouette
Institutionalized
Do you wish it weren’t so blue
Or even bluer still
Are you wondering just how vast
And just how deep the thrill
If you stripped off the leather
With the stigma of our skin
And charged, full speed, down that Great Bluff
Reversing that Great Sin
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