Poems snagged from my old journal

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Here's a few poems I found when scanning through my old Livejournal.  I really want to start writing poetry again, so hopefully this will inspire me a little. 

Ode to a Dead Squirrel

Strange to see so still a form
I've seen so quick and lithe before
A pity 'tis the day is warm
The flies have gathered all the more

The first day, still, as if in sleep
save for the busy insect cloud
the next day made to rotting meat
the flesh bereft of sprightly leap
the matted fur now forms a shroud
Memento Mori on the street.




Here are two quickie poems I wrote during the holiday season; they're part of a series called "Christmas Baking."

The Zen Lesson of Butter Cookies
Six hours of my life
spent baking christmas cookies--
the frosting won't dry.

Patience
The gingerbread man
he sticks to the pan
I free his head
but I break off his leg.
The frosting is sticky
the coconut icky
and I think that I'm having a stroke.


This next poem was my attempt at a Villanelle; for explanation of what a Villanelle is, and why this poem doesn't quite fit the bill, read the full entry on this poem: verbalgarbage.livejournal.com/33639.html.


The Dreams That Would Escape

My eyes reflect the sights as they are seen
my heart distorts the image as it likes
my lashes catch the dreams that would escape

it can be so depressing for a girl
who knows the myth of true love to be trite
whose eyes reflect the sights as they are seen

to keep a cheerful outlook on the world
I turn my eyes to all that's good and right
my lashes catch the dreams that would escape

when black and white are mixed into a swirl
both colors still emerge distinct and bright
my eyes reflect the sights as they are seen

gray's beauty painted 'cross a colored world
dulls sharp contrasts and harshest beams of light
my lashes catch the dreams that would escape

I wonder if I've ever been a girl
with youth to conquer weariness and fright
my eyes reflect the sights as they are seen
but my lashes catch the dreams that would escape