a random poem I wrote on the bus on the way home from school

First

You remembered my face from the crowd

so you sat by me.

The shy girl who didn’t talk

You were persistent

You were fun

Broke down my wall

So I talked and didn’t stop

You listened

Then you talked and didn’t stop

I listened

You were my first

Kiss

Love

Fuck

Heartbreak

Cause when the term was up

You found a new girl to sit by.

Fuck

Heartbreak

Cause when the term was up

You found a new girl to sit by.

a new poem

A thought that passed though my mind

on a rainy summer morning last year,

at the funeral of my twenty two year old cousin

who killed herself.

She was

He is

We are

I hope

a poem Bill is a Barn Door

Bill is a Barn Door

We painted him there

on the old barn door

me and her

the summer we turned fourteen

we stood on an old box

and kissed him

pretended he loved us

he was the perfect man.

Jimmy next door saw me one day

and touched me in a sympathetic way

so I kissed him instead

left you alone with the door

your only friend

You hadn’t crossed the state line

to be alone

the endless summers we had spent

in white gauze dresses

swimming

kissing bill

Then from the night you came

red on you dress

you smiled with satisfaction

Jimmy walked in the dark

not meeting my eyes

Then it was just me and

Bill the barn door

Eating Lust

Eating Lust

I love to go up the ladder

to the roof garden in my underwear

among the plants to eat cherry tomato’s

for a midnight snack.

Sucking them off the vine, ripe

and sweet

like unlabored candy

starlight dances in my hair

I stand and breathe in the night air.

My shirt becomes a basket

to hold the ruby red and orange delights

they roll in my mouth

slipping around my tongue like vowels

I roll them with my R.

Standing under the full moon

basked in ever light

I wait

barefoot in the summer heat

the ground still warm from the sun

shirt and underwear

almost too much.

You ascend into the labyrinth

as if you walked out of mythology

to eat sweet candy

and roll R

Seeds spill and mix as kisses crush our treat

fingers fumble over fabric and flesh

laying in the vines

to become one

with the earth.

Bright Sar

I have seen this movie twice in the theater.  I have since then bought the CD, a complete collection of John Keats poems and a book of letters and poems he wrote to Fanny Brawne.

The love story is so real and so sad I cried.  When you see the movie you know it's domed, at lest anyone who knows Keats story does.  the movie is filled with beautiful images and a good use of him poetry.  i would recommend this movie to people who like period pieces.  It's a slow movie with a lot of talking.  In a good way.  You have to love this kind of movie to get it.  You also have to be ready to cry.

I give Bright Star 5 out of 5 stars.

We need more movies like this.  Slow and quiet, not to flashy and not over sexed.  Just a good story with wonderful actors.