Thursday, April 25, 2013

25 - Walk With Me (Writing About an Image)

Far away
the blueness on the horizon tugs
strings pulled tight and we're compelled

toward that blueness
toward the vast waves of clouds and trees and

do you remember getting lost, you and I?
In the forest
where every sound is an overture
an adventure

I won't forget
the tangy scent of trees
the rolling of the clouds
the warmth of that blue
that we bridged together

24 - Depression (Writing About an Image)

The trees took her

Dragged her down and down
into the earth


tied down and torn
shards of a woman


stitched and laced and sewn
a jigsaw of hip and hand and lips
a monster

the trees dragged her down

into the darkness
where only dripping water can console her

and she can't even remember
her own name

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

23 - The Original Thought (Writing About an Image)

I need to dream of something bigger

a centered peace disrupted
by cars and papers and
loud colors

dying clouds

little, tiny, distracting

I must think of something, now
before it's too late

Digging deep into the subconscious, ideas
pouring out suddenly like a wound
bleeding out memories
words and stories and
the icy cut of insults
knocked aside

He thought and thought and
puddled everything in the middle
a fiery sun trapped in his mind

and he burned
he burned

he burned

Monday, April 22, 2013

22 - Everything (Writing About an Image)

When nothing is left except
the palaces we built as children

when the sky streaks gold
and bleeds into the last area of dark

look for me
behind our favorite pillar

behind the black-edged mountains
with a halo of light

When all the we can hear is
our heartbeats

the song
we wrote as children

find me
take my hand

I'll lead you safely into the dark

21 - Goodbye (Writing About an Image)

There was something sad about the way
the angel begged
his friend to stay

dried wood and fragile straws
dried and dead and
crumbling to dust

but the angel begged

I need you

Nay, said the creature, you have
silken wings


I need you

The creature crumbled into the earth

20 - Hope (Writing About an Image)

She planted the roses in the desert

cut blooms

no roots

red beauty in the dry, cracked earth

But she was ready for the rains to come
and so was he


waiting for a new bloom

waiting for the earth to bleed
new life

Friday, April 19, 2013

19 - Cosmos (Writing About an Image)

This world is so small
a tree
and we are the fruit

The moon is so close,
we can taste it

or we want to

the grass cool beneath
our feet as we reach
space even colder
our lungs, but intoxicating

we don't want to go

the beauty
is too much to leave behind

spiraling headlong

into darkness

Thursday, April 18, 2013

18 - Deep Space (writing about an image)

There's a moment where she thinks she can fly,
feet cooled by the currents of air
that make the slender chains tremble

a breath

facing down into icy clouds
touching skin
a frozen kiss
toes curled

She's hanging from the walls
that block her sky
light rising
thin wooden seat only a mirage

Will it fade into smoke?
Will she join
the cold tumbles of white air
and translucent as glass?

17 - Beautiful (Haiku #7)

You eyes like a punch
Head snapping back as I take it
Take it all inside

16 - And Now I Understand (Haiku #6)

I can see without
glasses, without light or dark,
without colors or words

15 - Random Texts (Haiku #5)

Little words broken
Remember to get some eggs
I will not forget

14 - Shower (Haiku #4)

Water twisting warm
Lime and bergamot in foam
Closed eyes, open lungs

13 - Livid (Haiku #3)

Red burns hot beneath
and my skin vermillion
My soul flickers out

12 - Honest (Haiku #2)

Crying over you
is not the wisest thing I
could do. But I am.

11 - Spring Evening (Haiku #1)

Warm breeze wafts softly
My shadow is reflection
I feel beautiful

Wednesday, April 17, 2013


Hi everyone! As you've probably noticed, I had to take off a few days. But I plan to catch up today and then start a new theme for this week.

Hope everyone is doing well... Keep writing! :)

- Liz

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

10 - Panic


In and out and

The air is full of glass

shredding me until I can join it

particles of diamond

glitters of silver threads



and exhale



breath at a time

You can do it.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

9 - Street Harassment

There is so much air


pulling tugging shoving


storm that rips at my clothes

a naughty flirt

I just roll my eyes

resist the tugging fingers

the sliding breezes

under my hat

around my legs

go away

I don't want you here

silence your whispers



Monday, April 8, 2013

8 - Peace

Even the first
splatters of rain
have me up and out of bed, pressed
nose-first against the cold glass

I love rain

When it starts
I breathe out

When it sends I sigh and
wait eagerly
even though now
all is silent

when you call
you have me up and out of bed
grinning like an idiot
at 3am

It doesn't matter

Last night it rained
and you called
and I exhaled so deeply that
my lungs grew roots and

sprouted flowers

Sunday, April 7, 2013


I hope you've liked my first week of poems... Starting tomorrow I'll be moving on from the theme of eyes and expression to a new theme, so stay tuned!

Thanks as always for reading - I really appreciate it.

- Elizabeth H.

7 - New Job

She screams pink
and gold
tasting the lipstick-tinted flavor of
freedom and plastic-held cosmetics

in the fact that she has been
set loose by makeup
unfettered by face cream and eye cream

eyes opened
and wild
and crinkled into a smile for the first time

she knows how ironically her freedom was bought
for one hundred dollars
and how her first fancy dress
gave power to her words

Saturday, April 6, 2013

6 - Long Distance

If I
could look into your eyes
there would be a lie


and time separate

scattered pieces of flowers


I don't see the lie

Friday, April 5, 2013

5 - The Sinkhole

The ground gapes
and in a blink
you are gone
before I can reach out

I can hold you up and say
We are the mountain
We are the reason there is music
our straws are braided into gold
because I picked you
and you picked

In just a blink
you could sink into the nothingness
and no matter how loud I
no matter if I break my hands
in a mad scramble of dirt and rock
pleading for you to come back

you won't

Thursday, April 4, 2013

4 - The Timeline

Don't look at me like that

We knew from the beginning
isn't cheap to pay off
and lies
aren't worth the telling

Don't look at me like that because
each breath is timed to precision

put away your stopwatch
breathe with me and

close your blinding eyes

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

3 - Unwanted

They cut me
down to size
a swirl of chocolate and mossy greens
swallowing me
shoving pushing dragging me down
until at last I sighed and gave in

Acres of fresh grass and slick
blood like oil
refreshing the plants and killing them
all at once
This is what your eyes do
refresh and kill and

They can't be resisted
But then again, I never fought all that hard
did I

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

2 - Topaz

I never
your eyes are the perfect color to match
my old car
not the red paint on the outside
the soft cushions
streaked with dust and
the ends of silver strings
back when it didn't matter that
I was young
and you
were younger still.

Monday, April 1, 2013

1 - In the Center

Knock-me-down eyes
those kinds of eyes
feel the blow in the center
from each direction
absorbing light like warmth
warm light reflected
and illuminating
my eyes as well.