Jessica McHugh's Blog, page 20
April 12, 2011
A Cheap Trick (NaPoWriMo #12)
A Cheap Trick
Time is the death of all things,
Ravaging the revelry of the earth,
No matter how deeply desired eternal.
But it also collects the days,
Cataloging earth's passage,
And likewise makes all things eternal.
It is like life itself:
A cheap trick for which we are grateful.
April 11, 2011
Bed is the Boundary (NaPoWriMo #11)
Bed is the Boundary
This is a dream that breathes what it pleads:
Desire.
For every fire lit in slumber,
Another waking question is posed:
Where is it in waking?
Why does the mind reach for the unattainable?
Unexplainable.
Unless to hint at secret places
That tooth and nail long to rip out of reverie.
Eyes open and it drains.
The conscious world requires refrain
And sense.
One cannot act on every discontent, every drive, every kiss,
Save in dreaming.
Thus, it is no surprise
Why I wake
With dewy eyes.
April 10, 2011
TATTOO (NaPoWriMo #10)
TATTOO
Our art on parade:
Formalwear for our era
Emoting in ink.
April 9, 2011
PERRY GROVE (NaPoWriMo #9)
Perry Grove
Yellow leaves coat Perry Grove
In a lamented fall.
No one helms the call.
No one speaks.
There is only the sound of
Shoes on dry leaves
Once again passing his grave.
Reminder (NaPoWriMo #9)
Reminder
Much of time, I am
Crestfallen by the world around me, and I
Have to remind myself that I can't always
Understand other people's motivations.
Go back to the people on your pages, I say, where no one
Has the power to disappoint you.
April 8, 2011
A Demand (NaPoWriMo #8)
A Demand
Many statements leave the world wanting.
Many breaths make more voids than zephyrs.
Change is a dream
And remains so in statements.
Want itself reaps no reward,
And even beautiful words
Lose their luster in hasty placement.
Light words say nothing.
Light phrases say nothing.
It is heavy blood that soaks and stitches the page
Into zephyrous words that can change the world.
And the world will not want.
April 7, 2011
Body Battle (NaPoWriMo #7)
Body Battle
Knock me around like a nightingale on No-Doz.
Sing to strip me down
Before the gong sounds.
Off come the gloves.
Off go the lights.
But above the sensuous fight,
A song clings,
Singing the hymn of perspiration
Running between your wings.
It's stops, but we can't,
Too in love with our frantic dance.
Now, it's just you, me, and the dark,
And a sweetly fatal suckerpunch
To the heart.
April 6, 2011
Blend for the Better (NaPoWriMo #6)
Blend for the Better
Dry, Ink,
And let me drink you in.
Live, Words,
So I may lord the worlds I begin.
Be, Friend.
Never bend to what derides you.
Distend, nation,
And allow your distinction to surprise you.
From ink to nation, you grow.
You live, you breathe, you know.
You change me as I changed you,
And make my character wholly new.
April 5, 2011
A Dark Day on Executive Way (NaPoWriMo #5)
A Dark Day on Executive Way
The sky churns, ink and smoke,
As branches claw for the sun, hidden,
Like a prized toy buried in its box.
April 4, 2011
A Little Bit Softer Now (NaPoWriMo #4)
A Little Bit Softer Now
When his income hit a long drought,
Martin the Mime had to sell out.
He did bar mitzvahs and weddings,
But he couldn't help getting,
Enraged every time they played "Shout".
