Ariel ~ Poems

The world spins you at sixty-six thousand miles
It wraps you around the sun from the moment of your birth.

You are traveling, my friend,
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Taking it's name from Ariel's Irish ancesters, this explores a looking back from modern Irish emigrants. Or perhaps it is Ireland itself looking back and missing them? Whichever it is, It is meant to be read with an Irish lilt.
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Perhaps we lack our purpose
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When feelings boil over
and you get bit by Rover,
When you get mixed up in your roles,
and in your pants you find four holes
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What a pretty ball you have …
Excuse me, that’s your eye.
Isn’t the grass so nice and soft?
Did you know that I can fly?
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Today we talked
About life, school, Priorities,
The future and
Responsibility. Responsibilities
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They were just sprawled in a small pile,
Just lying.
About ten small, brown bodies,
Just waiting.
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Come unbidden
In the night;
No longer black and white
But shades of gray, And I don't know the way
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The male ladybug
Rocks in the wind as it rests,
Hanging by grass stalk.
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Written for the Silverton Poetry Festival's Verbal/Visual event in April of 2009. This was a project that pair artists and poets - this piece was inspired by a strong textually Southwestern mask created by a local Silverton resident.
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"…But still man must wait to enter.
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Gaia, what have we done?
Your frozen tears melt and run
Threaten to drown us.
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