(un)ruffled

(un)ruffled

grace on surface
picture of poise, careless calm
beneath, frantic feet

© hannah t

Published in: on March 23, 2011 at 7:00 pm  Comments (10)  

plume

plume

watch me twirl, she coos
a pirouette of petals–
beneath her spinning skirt
white and yellow and fragrant
he sips milk of poison

© hannah t

Published in: on March 23, 2011 at 6:57 pm  Comments (5)  

one book a week

one book a week

it’s for hannah
when she arrives next month
thanks mum, next week famous five

is she awake?
can i give my present now?
okay, later, when she’s ready

© hannah t

 

Notes:
2011, March 16th
Singa 14, June Edition, Copyright 1987

Published in: on March 17, 2011 at 7:20 pm  Comments (8)  

tub, bed, spoon

tub, bed, spoon

they say you are vanilla
like it’s a dirty word
what do they know?

you play well with others
sprinkle of spice, dash of dark
even chocolate

you complete my cravings
hit all my sweet spots
leave me dripping cream

they say you are vanilla
like it’s a dirty word
what do they know?

© hannah t

Published in: on March 15, 2011 at 6:44 pm  Comments (22)  

grounded

grounded

you go right ahead
fill your bowl with crystal rings
gild your ham with gold
adorn your toast with black pearls
I’ll sit here, stir my oatmeal

© hannah t

Published in: on March 15, 2011 at 6:41 pm  Comments (6)  

spoken like a true heartbreaker

H: You’re so rough!

E: I’m rough, but I don’t break things.

H: Except hearts.

E: I don’t break hearts.

H: You’ve turned down a marriage proposal!

E: They didn’t deserve me.

Published in: on March 11, 2011 at 2:13 am  Leave a Comment  

HELL YEAH!

*flails*

And, freshly hatched shirt just in time for my Easter plans!

I am so very pained because of for Michael Cole, the poor dear designated chump.

Published in: on March 9, 2011 at 5:50 am  Leave a Comment  
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the thing about pauses

E: M came to see me today.  He showed me his.

(I cracked up before I could get “Did you show him yours?” out.)

E: He showed me his phone.  And I said, “Wah your phone is SO BIG!”  And he said, “Don’t worry Lizabeth, the size can be adjusted!”

Published in: on March 9, 2011 at 2:24 am  Leave a Comment  

self-amusement park

Right.  I just wrote a piece of prose, and I really don’t see how I can convert it to poetry.  Linguistically, sure.  Stylistically, murder.

The word count is slightly more than 350 words, and the bulk of it is patently plagiarism- ON PURPOSE ON PURPOSE DON’T CRUCIFY ME.

Thank you.

Anyway, the idea for the piece was conceived in the shower, and I made haste to return to my bedroom like you wouldn’t believe.  I don’t know, man.  The things I do to amuse myself…

Published in: on March 9, 2011 at 2:13 am  Leave a Comment  

owls are overrated

owls are overrated

hummingbirds know life
assess flower. take nectar.
oh look! time to move on.

© hannah t

Published in: on March 7, 2011 at 5:18 pm  Comments (12)