My writing nook of thoughts, stories and poems. Some are new and some have been published on the internet or magazines.
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
IT IS THE WAY IT IS
Forget the facts,
just give me the basics,"
he says.
That’s young people I thought,
no use for the details.
How indeed do I explain
without facts,
that what they sold me
is a piece of crap.
But it’s his rules so I try.
“It’s broken, doesn’t work,
I explain, using my polite voice.
Now that’s a fact but I’m not being picky
I just want my money back.
Blank stare, so I elaborate.
"makes a grinding sound whenever
I turn it on, then it shuts off."
"Did you try switching it on and off?",
he asks without looking me
in the eyes.
"Well yes, it was off I turned it on..
then it made the grinding sound
and shut off."
He looks annoyed
so I stop giving him the facts.
"Too much information" he mutters.
Then he says,
"take it to counter ten."
I proceed to counter ten,
where the line-up is a dozen or more.
When I get to the front
they hand me
a form with ten questions
and a note at the bottom
that says...
please write out a detailed description
of why you are returning this item.
I look back with longing
at the young man on the first counter
he was right,
everyone wants too many details.
It is the way it is.
Monday, May 27, 2013
Happy Everafter
Between the pages of my fairy tale
a curious reality distracts me
with its muffled thud.
Prince Charming has left
the cap off of the toothpaste
his towel on the floor
and whisker hairs in the sink.
This morning
happy ever after looks very far away.
Writing Love Poems
A sudden awakening of night,
distant sky spilling spring songs.
Pushing away straying stars,
the moon spreads
her ginger toned ambience.
Star thoughts beckon
repeating little girl dreams
as the old woman inside me
pretends she doesn’t notice.
Without thinking,
I start exploring vowel sounds
as the moon swells
under my pen.
Tonight I will write you a love
poem that will sweep
us both into the flaming heat
of a moonlight night.
Erasing Moon Scars
Gold winner as of today..
My chest still bears
the scars of birthing
moon promises
nested too near my heart.
She asked me to sing
her an old fashion lullaby
but my heart slipped away
into my own lost love story..
so I ended up telling her the story
of old man moon
eating too many wishful stars,
hoping she would understand
that all those fairy tales scrawled
on little girl’s hearts
are too often their undoing.
My chest still bears
the scars of birthing
moon promises
nested too near my heart.
She asked me to sing
her an old fashion lullaby
but my heart slipped away
into my own lost love story..
so I ended up telling her the story
of old man moon
eating too many wishful stars,
hoping she would understand
that all those fairy tales scrawled
on little girl’s hearts
are too often their undoing.
I've Given Up On the Stars And Moon
This one was for a contest where she challenged me to not write about the stars and moon, since that is what my book of poems will be about..It also had to rhyme and I prefer free verse..lol I think I did well..got silver trophy for it.
I've Given Up On The Stars And Moon
I have no use for the glowing moon
or it’s fancy romantic tune.
Give me the hue of setting sun,
soft and content, hazily spun.
Those glittery stars, pointing north
are not what calls me quietly forth.
Dance me through, sunset’s misty dew
quaint evening skies, settling blue.
Don’t romance me under midnight skies
that speak of lingering goodbyes.
Drifting clouds on blue, I treasure
Glowing sunsets are my pleasure.
I've Given Up On The Stars And Moon
I have no use for the glowing moon
or it’s fancy romantic tune.
Give me the hue of setting sun,
soft and content, hazily spun.
Those glittery stars, pointing north
are not what calls me quietly forth.
Dance me through, sunset’s misty dew
quaint evening skies, settling blue.
Don’t romance me under midnight skies
that speak of lingering goodbyes.
Drifting clouds on blue, I treasure
Glowing sunsets are my pleasure.
This is my second most popular poem on the poetry site and it was written for the picture. It is one of my favorite.
I Searched For You
I heard you calling,
from each hollow calcification,
tasting of acrimonious water
and decomposed minerals.
The tongues of the ancient,
softly reciting your name.
In dark dank places
a stretch of light
revealed your hidden beauty.
It rattled loose
offering up everything
that once was.
Primitive spaces,
where warriors sang conquest songs
while the tender hearted
burned with desire.
Primeval invitation to wander
wayward paths where
the taste of holiness still resides.
I searched for you there,
where those great poets once
found victory.
Oh blessed verse..
how wonderful you are.
How To Catch A Dying Star
This is one of my most popular poems on the poem site and has won three gold trophies and several silver and one bronze..it was written for a quote. It also is the poem most commented on and it will be in a book of poetry I am working on.
10."If I gathered all the burnt out stars in the sky would it bring back that broken smile of yours" - Unknown
How To Catch A Dying Star..by Dee Edgett
10."If I gathered all the burnt out stars in the sky would it bring back that broken smile of yours" - Unknown
How To Catch A Dying Star..by Dee Edgett
I have become
a gardener of moonlight,
constantly shifting its reflection
into the space-less-ness
that you have left behind.
I tunnel across the sky
rescuing dying stars,
I turn them over
looking for any leftover glitter
from yesterday’s wishes.
I dig at your memory
like a bewildered cat
scratching too hard
at a speck of sunlight
it found, jumping along
the edge of the walls.
I put you away,
then pull you out again.
I don’t understand
why I can’t be done
with this endless recycling
of leftover love and dying stars.
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