Undead Poet Redquill

Lately I've been enjoying the Undead Poet Society forum. Here is my page over there: Redquill
My two new poems got over 50 views there in one day, and that's never happened on my blog. Your work gets posted immediately. No waiting for someone to decided if it is worthy. Check it out if you are a poet who needs a place to showcase your poetry.

My Poetry on Squidoo

I just started adding my poetry to Squidoo. http://www.squidoo.com/waxing-poetic-1 The series is called Waxing poetic. So this first one is Waxing Poetic 1. Please drop by and take a look.

The Heartbreak Poem

The Heartbreak



My heart hurts

I treated you like diamonds

You treated me like dirt

Your indifference is the biggest cruelty

You know she doesn't love you

You are just a part of her entourage

One day she'll add fresh meat

And you won't make the cut

I will have scar tissue then

And I will look the other way

And I won't need you anymore

Behind the Orange Curtain

I wrote some new poetry yesterday and today and posted it to my Poetic Muse site on Hubpages. This is the one I just finished 'ORANGE CURTAIN'. If you go there you will find over 100 of my poems.

Seasons

Tears running down and down

Snow melt rivers turning into rapids

Seasons change

Hearts change

Spring blizzards crush early flowers

Jack Frost is not ready to slip into the floes

Not until he has his last laugh

But even he cannot hold sway on the turning of the wheel

Camping in Springville

Camped underneath the stately cottonwood tree
Covered with new buds and awaiting spring
Splotches of sunshine fell on the meadow grass
While we pitched our tent
The hills were covered with the purple of lupines
Yellow mustard and white forget-me-nots
Spotting the occasional wild turkey
The river chilly from the snow melt
Mario catches a bass
When he cleaned it he found a live crawdad inside
The redbud trees were blooming
Tiny heart shaped leaves were just sprouting
The archers wandered up to the hills
To look for ground squirrels and things to plink at
The sound of hammer on metal ringing through the air
From the blacksmith's workshop
We had two spring days and one winter day
The pelting rain soaking our tent and canopy
While we rushed to pack up and head back to the city
My clothes and shoes soaked from slogging through the mud and rain
Powdery snow now dusting the hilltops
As we waved goodbye to old friends and new

After the Storm

The day dawned and I was still here

I had survived the emotional war

Next time I may not come back from the abyss

While I was sleeping last night I stopped breathing

I woke up abruptly gasping for air

It's stress I tell myself

Fallout from the last three days

I'm not so worried today

I feel better overall

Even though I have a terrible migraine

Still better than yesterday though

The sun is shining today

The warmth feels good even though I have to keep my eyes shut

Blue eyes are sensitive or so I hear

Selective Vision

How could I have been so obsessed with you to the point that I didn't even see it coming?

How could I have assumed you wouldn't wander off the minute I turned my back?

Oh yes there were clues, but then aren't there always?

It is only human to have selective vision.

To only see what I wanted to see.

WALLFLOWER

I am awake long past the time I should be awake

I think about the futility of life

And how fragile it is

How a few days without food or sleep or water can ruin us

How we are caught up in our own illusions

How we are perpetually lonely no matter how we try to cling to others

They have their own drama to live

Their own storyline to play out

We can dance with them for awhile but then the dance moves on

Spinning out of control and I am once again standing alone in a dark corner

My Poetry on Hubpages

Hubpages has a new system for categorizing articles. So now I'm going through all my poetry on that site bit by bit and adding both my blog RSS feed and an appropriate category. It took me a bit to find where the right categories were hidden. They are under writing, then you can use the pull down menu to go to poetry and then to what type of poetry like haiku or sestina. I also noticed that once you do an edit, the page won't reload until you add a category. Feel free to read my poetry and how-to articles over on hubpages.

Twila Reid Park on a Friday

Fat men in red shirts playing Frisbee golf
An electric blanket drying over a picnic table
A perfectly good playground with no one in it

Of what use poetry

http://hubpages.com/hub/Of-What-Use-poetry

My new poems are over at that link.

http://hubpages.com/hub/Flotillaa-poem

Ouch: A poem about heartbreak

OUCH

Life is like a collage
Full of torn and tattered bits
The piece of my heart that you stole from me
Your rages and your fits

I wasn’t the only one you hurt you know
There was that four letter word you call ‘wife’
I guess you weren’t planning to tell me about her
Your secret other life

Oh and what about your daughter
She’s only four or five
She won’t know why mommy is crying
While you go out for a drive

Well now I’m glad you dumped me
Biggest favor you could have done
But did you think I wouldn’t know
That now you and my best friend are having fun?

Oh I told her you were married
This best friend of mine
She said I was a liar
And her and you were doing fine

More Than Words

The whole universe lives in the library

Countries real and imaginary

Peoples mundane and unusual

All the food you could ever hope to consume in a lifetime

And you

I found you in the stacks on the third floor between botany and calligraphy

You seemed charming in your threadbare skirts

And tattered scarf

Your thick black rimmed cat's eyed glasses perched on your nose

You were fondling the spine of a book

Running your long fingertip from top to bottom

Then you gently pushed it back into line with the other books

And headed down the stairs

When I could no longer see the top of your head

I sidled over to have a look

"How to Build a Romantic Arboretum

Creating a garden that is as beautiful as you are."

I checked out the book to remind me of you

"Did you get anything good at the library?" my wife asked me.

"Just a book on gardening."