poems by mjh
Finding my voice.My Virtual Chapbook - 2011
- Unhinged Mon 04/04/11
- Wind Makes Crazy Tue 04/05/11
- Whispering, "Rain!" Wed 04/06/11
- Graze Thu 04/07/11
- Cold Lang Syne Fri 04/08/11
- Merri! Sat 04/09/11
- Blush Sun 04/10/11
- Sharp Mon 04/11/11
- Going Home Tue 04/12/11
- Choke Wed 04/13/11
- some lesser poet Thu 04/14/11
- bask Fri 04/15/11
- tuck Sat 04/16/11
- flea Sun 04/17/11
- Dickey Mon 04/18/11
- The Heaven of Animals Tue 04/19/11
- The Bright Side Wed 04/20/11
- Slumber Thu 04/21/11
- waiting for the tide Fri 04/22/11
- Relentless Sat 04/23/11
- Icarus Sun 04/24/11
- at this very moment Mon 04/25/11
- 101° Tue 04/26/11
- the cure Wed 04/27/11
- up in the middle of the night Thu 04/28/11
- Songdogs Fri 04/29/11
- Seek Alternate Route Sat 04/30/11
- this simple truth Sun 05/01/11
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2011 chapbook, age, birds, coyotes, death, dogs, dreams, flying, heaven, Icarus, illness, landscape, macro, Merri, misc, moon, mountains, nature, ocean, poetica, poetry, poets, sleep, sunset, unbooked, wildlife, wind, wings, wolves, writing
Dickey
Tue 04/24/12 at 5:19 amHe caught
an adolescent’s mind
with sex
and wreckage,
a tragic fall,
and the grotesque
sheep child.
His was poetry
deformed and twisted
and I could not look away.
I had no words of my own
no tongue for lust
or sorrow
mouth open but mute
horny as hell
afraid I was ugly
sure that the world was.
He confirmed that and
changed it in the process.
The long fall turned beautiful
in the end because
any horror could be faced
and become a poem. mjh
18Apr97
I wrote this poem 14 years ago today. James Dickey died January 19, 1997. He was among the first modern poets I studied and enjoyed. I tipped my hat to him with my version of The Heaven of Animals.
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flea
Mon 04/23/12 at 7:47 amFrom afar
I am drawn
to this mountain.
I step on his feet,
climb his knee,
over his hip,
and run along his long spine,
up between great shoulders.
Ahead I face the summit.
From his crown
I look down
and around
and around.
Here near his ear
I listen to silence
and breathe the cold light
as a flea on a giant. mjh
1/4/2005
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tuck
Sun 04/22/12 at 9:21 pmSometimes I arise
before dawn
and in those first few moments
I am six again
alone in the endless dark
not quite afraid but
far from mommy and home.
That innocence passes
more quickly this time
with the coming of the light
the radio informs
as the coffee cooks
and I tuck that child
safely back into
his corner of my head:
shh-shh
it’s ok
go back to sleep. mjh
10/27/2005
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Bask
Sat 04/21/12 at 10:47 pmlike nervous reptiles
skittering among the rocks
safe haven
but never secure
warmed from the outside
animated by a distant source
a shadow freezes and frightens us
we run for the light,
pause, bask,
before slipping into darkness mjh
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some lesser poet
Thu 04/19/12 at 10:47 pmAt Poetica Autowerks, we know
when you have miles to go
nothing gets you there
as rhythmically as a Frost.
While the Whitman leaves
little to desire,
kick the tire
of the new Emerson –
It’s transcendental!
Or maybe some lesser poet
can get you there
if you don’t care
where you go
or how slow. mjh
11/14/04
In honor of all the unknown poets out there, unlisted at poetry.org, unpublished except on the back of envelopes. Write on! The only thing worse than unread is unwritten. Happy Poetry Month to all. peace, mjh
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choke
Wed 04/18/12 at 10:47 pmWhat about those poems
I never wrote?
Ideas unborn,
left to float
like pollen in the air.
Those unsung poems
coat my throat
and cloud my thoughts
with possibilities.
I wheeze
and sneeze
and blow my chance. mjh
2/9/2005
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going home
Tue 04/17/12 at 9:47 pmI never thought
how noisy it would be:
the wind through my feathers
squeaks and rustles
as I pull and release
my wings like
a rower through air.
Pull and lift and fly,
rest and soar and drop.
Now an angel,
now Icarus.
My place determined
by my own strength.
Now rowing,
now sailing through
the breath of the world.
My wings grow larger with every beat.
They become clouds.
Only now am I free
of Icarus’ fate.
There is nothing quite
like going home. mjh
2005? [Previously published on: Apr 16, 2006]
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