Jason E. Hodges's Blog, page 13

Virginia Woolf’s Pockets Full Of Stones

Wading into the River Ouse
The rushing water consumed you
As much as your words
Consume readers today
Your pockets full of stones
And your walk into the river
Were shocking
To a world
That doesn’t understand madness
Your shattered glass thinking
Your broken wheel rolling
Into a downhill tumble of tumbles
Was much
Too much
For anyone to bear
Delicate eggshell stepping
Never stopped the voices from waking
Each day
Voices speaking constantly
Rambling at only a mutter
Never becoming quiet
Never ceasing to...

Kite In The Sky

There’s an animal
In the bushes this morning
Its eyes glow a slightly dull yellow
As it watches me from the darkness
As I watch the kite in the sky!
This kite made of shining stars
Glittering above me
Is one of my first memories
A sight I hold in my mind
Like a Polaroid picture
Pulled from a
Shoebox lying in the shadows of storage
I had a migraine yesterday
The pain was unbearable
It was like my brain was in a vise
Slowly being squeezed
Beyond its limits
Light
Sound
The slightest of anything was
Seemingl...

Medusa’s Smile

Medusa once had
A smile so beautiful
Her gaze was as
Addictive as Blues
Yet
The men that swallowed that pill
Are still standing in stone
They drown each night
As the tide rises and falls
On the beach that surrounds her home
Their first few steps began
Their eternal stay with her
Old age can also be
A lot like Athena’s curse
Inward beauty
Is the only beauty that lasts
I’ve seen this
The ones that age with grace
Beam bright with happiness
In the end
For they’ve lived
With love in their heart
Not having t...

Windswept

The windswept
Sweeping of wind chimes
Hanging above me
Is the best
Melodic morning music
Water is in the air
It smells so sweet
After the heat of yesterday
A day the sun rays
Blazed its beginning
As I sat in its rise
I watched a hawk
Carry off
A snake for breakfast
Then a hooker climb a chain-link fence
Maneuvering with skill
While holding her heels
I guess it was too much effort
To walk around
Or maybe, too much need
To get back to forgetting
The night before
Disappearing into her high
The pimp, the...

Afterlife Of Dreams

Dreams
Are as close as we’ll
Ever know of
The afterlife, in this life!!!
Dreams
Locked within the body
Skin stretched over skeleton frames
Manikins of blood and bone we are
The skull cradles
These dreams as
Synapses fire
The electricity of thoughts
The movie projector in our mind
Begins rolling
Days of the past
Present
Future
All the desires we push away
From in the day
Break and crack the ground of night
For
What we desire
In our dreams is undeniable
What we fear
Has a key to our locked doors 
For, it’...

Dog-eared

Dog-eared pages of poetry
I flip
I
Discover and rediscover
I mark and highlight treasures
I’ve found
Within these pages bound
By red cover and string
Poets of the past
Pouring their lives out
For others to read
And understand them
To
Walk with them with words of their world
To see what they saw
So long ago and realize
Not much has changed
War is still war
Greed is still greed
No value in any of it to the poet
I wonder who will flip through
These same pages years from now?
When I’m no longer here to turn th...

Warm Stars

On this cold night
The stars seem brighter
Some still flicker though
In the distance
Like a fluorescent bulb slowly dying
Fading in and out, in and out
Yet, most are shining bright tonight
I lie to myself saying
Maybe, just maybe
Somehow
Someway
They’re making this night a little warmer
Till the sun comes up
And actually does so
The one star I hope never
Flickers like a dying bulb
But
Maybe tonight they’re not stars at all
Maybe angels are chasing fireflies
Maybe it’s candlelit wishes floating
On clouds...

Red-light Crows

Sitting in traffic
That seemed to be moving
Inch by inch
Plastic covered bumpers
Facing 
Plastic covered bumpers
Something caught my eye
My eye caught something
In the sky
Above me
Crows flying back and forth
From the dumpster of a seafood restaurant
To the red-light above
Perched on the long iron arm
They sat waiting
In all of their cleverness
These birds were carrying
Unopened clams
From the rotting trash
To the intersection of cars
Dropping these shellfish
From their scissor-like beaks
These c...

Raindrops

Raindrops, raindrops, raindrops
Fall, fall, fall
Turning this dusty landscape
Green once more
Pitter-patter 
Pitter-patter 
You make the sounds of
Drums drumming
As you drop on these
Wooden planks before me
Every few drips
Ring the blade of a garden spade
Beside me
Making the shovel chime softly this night
Out there in the darkness
I here you drop
On a chain-link fence pipe
Steadily
Pinging in the distance
Like a beacon
Helping spring awake from
Its winter slumber
Raindrops fall in front of me
C...

Tomorrow’s Tomorrow

I think a cloud is
Hiding the sun today
The youth
Are turning into an army
Of Salvador Dalis
Their phones
Their computers
Telling them time
Has made it difficult for them
To tell time
Their eyes widen
As if the wall clock is melting
Like it’s suddenly a Dali painting
Father Time’s Heart now beats
With the help of
A rechargeable battery
Rumor has it
Cars will soon
Drive themselves
Anything to make life easier
I guess?
Less thinking for the masses
Just push a button
Swipe
Click
Command and go
Programming by...