it's october tomorrow!

would wife

as a girl she held imaginary tea parties
dressing all her dolls and teddy bears
in their very best attire

she grew long and beautiful and so did her dreams
of hosting parties for princesses
in palaces in far away places

today she offers you tea and a choice
of biscuits or cake from her stash
kept in tins behind the olive oil in the top cupboard

and if you asked her to marry you
she would probably accept
if you promised her a tea party themed wedding

others' poetry

i asked some friends on facebook to recommend a poem for me to read.  as much as i like to write the odd poem, i also like to read the stuff.  it acts as inspiration, not just for writing new poems, but inspiration in the day-to-day mobility of life. 

right now, my need for poetry is out of need for comfort.  my left arm is very soar, painful even.  i am going to see my doctor this afternoon to find out what is wrong with me, or at least how to make some of the pain go away.  in addition to physical pain, i am emotionally compromised at the moment, which poetry is very good at helping heal.  my zune, neil, died last night after almost three years of friendship.  i listened to him in the car, in bed, while baking, while walking.  now my music listening is confined to my laptop (my car cd player is broken, and i can't stand radio). 

enough moaning.

my friends suggested these poems so far:

as the sparrow by Charles Bukowski
frost at midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
in the trees by Dan Miller
and
holy sonnets x. by John Donne


so i thought i'd share them with you too.

the pagoda forest

red pandas laze in pink-pine trees
among inhabited bird houses

unpainted and weather worn
they were put up in bunches

ripe strawberries hatch from their roots
surrounding a calm, circular pond

where grey dirt turns to mud
and sticks to shoes like paste

you'll see a red and golden pagoda
floating aimlessly over the water

waiting patiently to be mounted
by bold visitors to this sacred place