A Short Wedding Jingle I

shades of pink


"dirty pink roses" that's all I said.

the very young female behind the counter, chuckled...
and although we were not engaged in a conversation
I could tell she was listening to me talk in my ramble
at the counter and flipping those pages
from red to rose, white lilies
and arrangments made to amaze us

I said it again, "all I need are dirty pink roses"

I noticed she was listening again
I wasn't trying to be funny
those were my words
I was looking for pink- not just one
I wanted them clean, dark, light,
deep with color and dirty with fun

she blushed and laughed with blush
then apologized for never did she hear someone say
"I'm looking for dirty pink roses..."
I had to laugh too, she don't know me that well
anyone who knows me would say
"of course you'd say that" --you're crazy as hell!



Copyright © 2008 by Crystal Kill

Two Down. NaPoWriMo Challenge

"The most timid soul is made bold by necessity"
Chinese Proverb

mom


it's 11:19
paper wads lie crumbled
scattered across the floor
among them
words
bend
stretch
curl and tear into one another

squeeze any one of them hard
and watch them bleed

that’s the magic you gave me
this unexpurgated gift
exchanged when you said good-bye
created the day when childhood died
silent in youth
you took me far away
my guardian, love of my life

you needed me

to know how an infectious
suicide would be
how to clean your wrist
without causing it to bleed
your sloppy note and
the leftover information
your orphans would need

the dirty rags tied loose
around your wrists
blood splattered
across the walls
the bathroom floor
the kitchen knife
a red wet and warm reminder
that you did have a heart

with a second chance
you accepted life
without words and dry with fear
I took your death
cleaned up your blood
washed the walls
scrubbed the floor
and hid the knife
that severed us both,
in a place I'll never forget

Copyright © 2008 by Crystal Kill

One Down! 1/30

on the drive

no time for full moons

not going to look outside

I’ve brewed in chaos again

got lost in Cuba on the drive

Cuba in my dance

Cuba when the night unwinds

Cuba you had me going

ringing me crazy cloves that blind

damn those red lights

and your questions too

the loud band playing, not too loud

whoa, the pachata is sexy on you

I hear the phone ringing

another Cuban call— long distance

playing me on the drive

while confession had us all dancing

vibrant energetic and still alive

for Clove Poetry by Crystal Kill

NCopyright © 2008 by Crystal Kill

Crafty Green Poet said...

good rhythm in this, very atmospheric too and the repitition of Cuba works well

April 2, 2008 1:09 PM

Thirty Poems In Thirty Days?

With all the fools born today, this is not an April fool's joke. The blog site Read Write Poetry is sponsoring an all out poetry slam for the month of April to celebrate the craft of writing poetry. Poets from all over cyberspace will be blogging their poetry and logging in every Wednesday to network.
The blog site Read Write Poetry offers tips for writer's block and provides suggestions for new poetic refrains.

The goal is to catch your muse and write!
I'm in for the journey... let's see where this goes. If you are interested log in and let's get in contact. I'll be back later with my poem!

My Song For Today I

If I played the drums, I would jam it on this song"I need your love" and think I was cool. I'm reminded of seeing my good friend Bud play the guitar for the first time (a little shocked and with good suprise). Sorry about the link, just listen to the song, no need to indulge.
I just learned, I went to high school with these musicians. My good friend had a wild crush on the drummer, Eliot Sneezy... I'm lost on the nickname she gave him in the seventh grade. Yes, we were in band together! Of course, in high school, they were too cool for me and I was not on their calling list. Well, actually, we didn't have a phone.

I need something bubbling and light today- this song is working for me right now.

I'm looking at different skydiving companies to visit this Saturday!
Yes, it is exactly as you are thinking. I'll be jumping AGAIN!
Oh BE JOYFUL!

No luck needed here... its all skill.

Let's get some new pictures already.

Walk With Me

age

The Arizona Black Film Festival was great! My good friend, the Auteur and his Director were not recipients of the film of the year, however it was a night filled with good conversation and great entertainment. I have pictures, but I don't know how to download them inside the blogs (I'm beginning to think I'm the only one whose Add Image button doesn't work- so if you can school me on this one, the next cappuccino is on me).

Unlike my usual unsophisticated rush toward the goal of "getting there on time" I was suprisingly early for the evening award ceremony. So early in fact, that I leisured some extra time with a walk around downtown. My good friend who was to go with me, was not able to join me, so like the eagle I am, I had to soar this one alone.

The evening was beautiful and surreal at the same time... it donned early with a light warm wind that streamed in between the buildings. That was nice. Very nice. I decided to walk west toward the Orpheum Theater. At 6:30 in the evening the skies, clear of clouds were a soft shade of blue. Everywhere I looked I could see art and felt the magic it created... I wished at that moment as I have many times before, wished I had the skills to be a photographer, taking unforgettable memorabilia... the bright lights coming to life as the evening grew darker, the elongated glare of a car light as it turned the corner... the marquee lights of the Orpheum blazing bright against a quiet street. No crowds. No cars. No bumper to bumper horns. Just that beautiful building and the warm Arizona wind.

I walked to Washington street, passed the old court building (ignoring but well aware of the three court buildings that added to the already existing court buildings-what does that mean???)
I passed the lot where the park in the middle of downtown used to be located. Each time I see it, those round white lights and in all its modern design disappear. I still see the old park, 1979 where homeless people slept. My brothers and I had a name for that park, we called it the "Wino Park". My mother took us there to eat our lunch after we walked into town and although there was nothing special about it, I can still see it.

Across Central and Washington stood the city bus station.... I remember the awnings that covered the sidewalks and the large windows that were lined with new radios and new fans. At night, downtown was pretty scary to a kid. The empty windows of vacant stores were either covered with newspaper, painted, or just left to its eerie and deserted lonesomeness. Kids aren't really suppose to experience lonesomeness... are they?
However, most of the time, downtown was pretty cool to a kid. And on this past Saturday, downtown was pretty cool to a much older kid.

As I crossed Central Avenue I couldn't help but stop to take a moment for the large black and white picture of an antique Phoenix that canvased the corner of the building. It reminded me of the Great Gatsby and that unforgettable picture aging against the wall of another place in time. Isn't it always like that? No matter how much time may pass, we still take pause for the times that have passed and for the future that lies one step in front of us. Always certain to keep us moving ahead, we were born afterall, with the means to double it into the future if we really wanted.

Heading back to the event... full of smiles and good memories, I was reminded that we are embarking on the vest of a new season.... a summer season. A season of survival, of celebrations and vacations, of summer storms, of departure, departing and endurance. We Arizonans know that seasons do change and so must we.
We should not try to function in a season that has already passed. That would be out of order, or chaotic. Who ever heard of an Arizonan who wore a long jacket and knee high boots in the middle of an Arizona summer? Okay... so maybe we might know one or two people (hopefully not more than that) but you get what I'm saying!