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Saturday, April 16, 2005
packing it all up
well, i found my swiss army knife! yay! it was in my closet under my laundry hamper... eh heh... ^_^;;
this is a... umm... weird poem for me. i was just thinking about my swiss army knife and this memory came to mind of once when i was camping in the desert and we were packing up the cooking supplies and, well, you can see what happens in the poem. long story short, i had a little cooking accident at the beginning of the trip and, since we were rick climbing, it just kinda got worse... xP.... i was kind of thinking about a book i read recently in class and how he personified a knife used for butchering an elk, i tried to fit in my own 'version' of that at the end, just experimenting with personification a bit... mehhh....
packing it all up
packing up the knives,
covering their blades with
make-shift sheaths
of cardboard and
duct-tape.
sliding it rigidly over
a serrated bread-knife
ripping and tearing the threads
of the tape with a
pop-pop-pop-ing
noise and it's in.
hold them handle up,
pulling toward me by the cutting-end,
gathered in my hand and slid into a bag
head-first and shoved to the back.
i stick the serrated one, cover on,
handle-side into my back pocket
to pick up a dropped cooking knife.
i pick it up from the sand and clean it on the
side of my pants, then dust of my hands on the back,
forgetting the misplaced blade in my back pocket.
And rip--
the broken duct-tape strains against itself
and the shining silver has come through,
toothed and grinning like a hungry dog,
a starving wild cat in the desert,
parched dry by sun and howling wind,
satisfied jowls dripping wet into the sand,
and across my arm the jagged bite.
this is a... umm... weird poem for me. i was just thinking about my swiss army knife and this memory came to mind of once when i was camping in the desert and we were packing up the cooking supplies and, well, you can see what happens in the poem. long story short, i had a little cooking accident at the beginning of the trip and, since we were rick climbing, it just kinda got worse... xP.... i was kind of thinking about a book i read recently in class and how he personified a knife used for butchering an elk, i tried to fit in my own 'version' of that at the end, just experimenting with personification a bit... mehhh....
packing it all up
packing up the knives,
covering their blades with
make-shift sheaths
of cardboard and
duct-tape.
sliding it rigidly over
a serrated bread-knife
ripping and tearing the threads
of the tape with a
pop-pop-pop-ing
noise and it's in.
hold them handle up,
pulling toward me by the cutting-end,
gathered in my hand and slid into a bag
head-first and shoved to the back.
i stick the serrated one, cover on,
handle-side into my back pocket
to pick up a dropped cooking knife.
i pick it up from the sand and clean it on the
side of my pants, then dust of my hands on the back,
forgetting the misplaced blade in my back pocket.
And rip--
the broken duct-tape strains against itself
and the shining silver has come through,
toothed and grinning like a hungry dog,
a starving wild cat in the desert,
parched dry by sun and howling wind,
satisfied jowls dripping wet into the sand,
and across my arm the jagged bite.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
it's an older one... but hey...
this has been sitting on my desktop for a while, meant to send it out but never really did. and no it's not about anyone in particular!! i was just feeling fuzzy in general and thinking about corny movies... xP i don't really like the ending... it's too sudden... post suggestiong please!!
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to the one i love:
i do not know
if you know who you are,
but if you do,
then you know that whay i say
is true.
first,
i like the way you smile,
and how when you do,
your eyes do, too.
second,
just sitting next to you
makes my heart feel ticklish
like a cricket is in it,
jumping around as play.
third,
the way the world is cold
and feels like nothing at all,
i just want to be warm, to be held
in your arms.
fourth,
when i see you,
the world around me sings,
the words it's saying are my own,
or rather what i want to say,
but will you say it too?
finally, i love you.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
to the one i love:
i do not know
if you know who you are,
but if you do,
then you know that whay i say
is true.
first,
i like the way you smile,
and how when you do,
your eyes do, too.
second,
just sitting next to you
makes my heart feel ticklish
like a cricket is in it,
jumping around as play.
third,
the way the world is cold
and feels like nothing at all,
i just want to be warm, to be held
in your arms.
fourth,
when i see you,
the world around me sings,
the words it's saying are my own,
or rather what i want to say,
but will you say it too?
finally, i love you.
1 Comments:
Very nice! I can definitely see the similarities between that experience and the one in the book! Hungry - that's certainly an intruiging word for a knife.....
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