Poems

Here are a few poems that I wrote. The first is about light and the second is about a night at the MIA.

A Day In The Sky
I wake up and the morning is all about me. Sky dark blue, air laden with frost. The ice dances on the glass. The cold causes me to tremble. A roar, a glance, and I am off, soaring through the morning landscape. Echoes of humanity abound.
The bright sunshine sparkles. Gentle yet hearty gusts, periwinkle gazing down at me. I bask in the glow of the warm light, while the spindly tree-tips dance. The sun and I are both glad to be here while it lasts.
The sky is velvet, black and dreamy. The night air is cold, you can hear the hum of cars in the distance. Breath floats up like tiny clouds that disappear. The shining pearl of the moon looks down at me. The rhinestone stars look like they are keeping a secret. There is beauty in quiet and stillness.

Artsy
Light, sound, music, the floor shines like glass. It crinkles beneath my feet as I trod about looking, taking it all in. The air and the open space dazzle, inviting you to take flight. Conversation, chatter simmers through the air. The sun explodes into creation. I exit, drunk now on the auras of the art and the architecture. The cold kiss of a December night embraces me.

Snowmen, December, etc...

I've been thinking lately about the song 'Frosty the Snowman'. About a snowman who comes to life, play with kids, and then runs around cavorting through traffic and braving the bright, hot sun until he disappears. I rather like it. There just aren't many children's songs that deal with anthropomorphic sculptures that come to life, manic-depressive friends, and suicide all in one.

But December has always been an insidious month. Popularly it is called the holidays and we are supposed to eat, spend, be merry, and generally celebrates our asses off. I am unfond of December for several reasons. First, the weather - little sunlight, lots of snow, and cold temperatures. Second, Minnesotans know that after this month we still have three full months of winter left - too much! Third, Christmas/the holidays is a very commercial season that seems to be more full of stress and spending than actual joy these days. Fourth, the music. Right after Thanksgiving the radio and the muzak people start pumping the airwaves full of Christmas songs and they keep it up until after New Years. This is maddening. I happen to like this kind of music, but not nonstop. Put in one or two an hour or spare me your sick torture entirely, radio demons!