Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Haiku of the Day

is this what you see
wherever you are tonight
do you think of me? ~


Copyright ©2009 Angela Schofield

Okay so I typed "photo" into Google, picked this one, and just wrote this really fast. I forgot how difficult it is to be limited to 5-7-5! I'll try harder next time.

Longing

I long to be fulfilled in every way
hot breath, soft lips
a mouth hungry for mine
and when we kiss our souls meet
know me, love me
reach deep inside
bring me to the peak of bliss
let me slide back down
cradled in arms
smooth and strong,
my heart safe and sound ~

Copyright ©2004 Angela Friberg

Author's Notes:
I'll never forget my 10th grade English teacher taking off points for using a cliche in a poem. She said it was otherwise wonderful but the cliche ruined it. I thought it was wonderful even with the cliche. It's great to have your own voice and your own way of describing things, but sometimes the common phrase just fits better. I tried to find something to replace "safe and sound" at the end of this poem but I can't bring myself to delete those words, I like them too much in that anchoring spot at the end. So forget what the poetry critics have to say, you can't go wrong if you are honest and write what feels good!

Haiku


Grazing, lazily
Softened by the morning fog
Landscape lush with green ~


Copyright ©2004 Angela Schofield

Gosh, I miss doing the daily Haiku on poetry.com before it got jacked up. I guess I could start my own - pick a random photo off Google and just write!

Monday, June 29, 2009

Random Thought of the Day

Why is it so often the most beautiful of people, inside and out, who have no idea they are beautiful?

My Grandmother Is...

My Grandmother is:
a purple housecoat made of satin
lavender and cold cream
bobby pins, so her hair won't flatten
a hand like velvet on my cheek

My Grandmother is:
a gentle spirit, deep as a well
strength, wisdom, and love
worry when the baby robins fell
relief to find them safe above

My Grandmother is:
the beauty of lilacs in full bloom
Bingo cards and slot machines
trips to coffee in the afternoon
'Wheel of Fortune' every evening

My Grandmother is:
a farm girl who worked hard all her life
old Cadillacs and dollar stores
a friend, a mother, a loving wife
but a grandmother to her core

My Grandmother is:
all these things, and more...

Copyright ©2002 Angela Schofield

Haiku


my heart the sun that
sinks in the evening sky
longing for quiet
~


Copyright ©2004 Angela Friberg

Sunday, June 28, 2009

7 minutes (flirting with a girl)

waiting in line at the grocery store
just a glance
her eyes meet mine by chance
then quickly look away
I can't help but notice her face light up
and cheeks flush when she smiles
such friendly, inviting eyes
she seems so nice
as if I already know her
soft and sweet
something deep down is telling me
to reach for that bag of
Skittles I'll never eat
I brush her bare arm
her skin is warm, lovely
I know she noticed
pleasant chills run head to toe
getting goosebumps
so new to me,
dangerous, thrilling
I stand slightly closer than
a stranger really should
and there's a feeling like
electricity between her body and mine...

wait. what am I doing?
I have a boyfriend waiting for me at home.
(at least someone will eat the Skittles)

but now my heart is pounding again
and all I can think of is this
beautiful stranger, this graceful creature
just inches from me
I need an excuse to lean in again or speak to her
but the line is moving and we're almost there...
it's too late.
I watch as she empties her cart onto the conveyor belt
and makes small talk with the cashier -
he's ringing her up far too quickly
Jerk.
as she bags her mundane items
she makes the briefest glances up at me
as though she's trying not to,
but can't help herself
suddenly I feel embarrased, exposed, foolish...
as if the whole world knows
my private, forbidden thoughts
but then as she leaves she gives a coy smile
that unmistakably says I noticed you too
and with that my day is made ~

Copyright ©2000 Angela Schofield

words are just thoughts until someone else hears them

our lives are a vision
scattered with false words,
ambiguous smiles, and pleasant chatter
a comment on the world
every view unique,
but does it really matter?

we swarm the streets like insects
in this political reality,
souls barren, minds weak
at the end of the day
when I fall to my knees,
it's Your name I will speak ~

Copyright ©2008 Angela Schofield

Fragile

where woods meet the shore
there as water meets the sky
we'll meet, you and I
to plan the plans and dream the dreams
as fleeting as the sand's warmth
or the way you look at me
one by one the waves roll in
kiss my toes and then retreat
and you, holding that sand dollar
as if you're afraid it will break in your hand,
look perfect and still
perfect and still... ~

Copyright ©2009 Angela Friberg

Crushed

removed from his delicious affections
I am crushed.
screams converge in a lump between my chest and lips,
I pause in breathless need ~

Copyright ©2003 Angela Schofield

I the Butterfly

I the butterfly
wrapped by silky desire forbidden
fastened still in quiet shadows
born in your love ~

Copyright ©2003 Angela Schofield

Letter to My Love

To the world, a hard shell
but I know the softness inside
I know your strengths, your weaknesses,
the sound your heart makes when you sleep at night

Something beautiful in your soul
no words can describe
Like the perfect love song
you play my heart in perfect time

And wherever you go
my heart follows your lead
I'd follow to the river's edge
descend my heart's reprieve

For your response I'll wait
'til my time here ends
if I find no greater peace
than the comfort that it lends ~

Copyright ©2003 Angela Schofield

Particles

Red party, blue party, holy party
Birthday party
Part of me, part of you
Breathing the same particles
Of gas and earth and toxic things
Ice partly melted
Blood parts the waters
Imparting logic where
Ramparts block the truth
Of gas and earth and toxic things
For the most part people do
Nothing in particular
Partly here, partly there
Departing from humanity
Never fully anywhere
Breathing the same particles
Of gas and earth and toxic things ~

Copyright ©2004 Angela Schofield