because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

re: the first falling star

this poem
is written under a gray sky,
looking out, poem-level,
at the power lines & december-naked
branches.

it has never smelled heather
in winter; it prickles
with gooseflesh but won’t
let you turn on the heat.

this poem
says: you must make
your own fire. it owes me
nothing. like you, it dreams
in cats.

this poem has no hands.
it sleeps naked. it likes
summer nights and
long walks under the stars.

this poem
is winter on paper,
a message in a bottle
washed upon a cold
Atlantic beach.

its breath steams,
champs, hisses &
waits for us, all, melting,
in the dark.

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10 responses

  1. this poem
    says: you must make
    your own fire

    Yep, you gotta make it happen

    December 5, 2012 at 11:31 am

    • yep indeed. 🙂 feels like it’s been a while, Carl. thanks for stopping in.

      December 6, 2012 at 12:50 am

  2. Love love love to love you baby loved this. I like how the poem became so many things. Great imagery, esp it dreams in cats. Each stanza has a great unique idea to offer. This was gorgeous. Also liked the falling stars effect – fancy! Seriously good, young doctor.

    December 5, 2012 at 12:16 pm

    • Mosk, there you go making me blush again! thank you so much for your words, both here & those you share over at your place. 🙂

      December 6, 2012 at 12:48 am

  3. this poem
    says: you must make
    your own fire. it owes me
    nothing. like you, it dreams
    in cats…..has no hands….seriously from the verse above on…this really rocked….you wrote this similar to the cantalope poem…or at least a similar cadence…

    December 5, 2012 at 2:57 pm

    • thanks, brian. …but what is the cantaloupe poem??

      December 6, 2012 at 12:49 am

  4. this is unbelievable…I could feel my ribs while reading it..You are an amazing poet, Joanna, truly. Thank you

    December 6, 2012 at 4:40 am

    • wow. you are way too kind. thank you. it’s been a while since i’ve read from you… heading over that way now. *smiles*

      December 6, 2012 at 9:37 am

  5. Love the poem sleeping naked 😉 it dreams in cats… Love this, Joanna.

    December 6, 2012 at 7:29 am

    • thanks, ayala! doesn’t everybody dream in cats? 😉

      December 6, 2012 at 9:37 am

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