Most of the Time [poem]

By Corissa Haury

A short poem about writing indoors.

1. most of the time i sit in the silence

and hear the mouse clicking

hear the chair creaking

hear the cat licking

 

2. most of the time i sit in the silence

the sounds of the typing

the scribbles of writing

the sigh of the griping—

3. (most of the time i listen to me)

while i work like a diligent

busy old bee

but the buzzing

and humming

and clicking

and clacking

the chair’s little creaks

and the knee-on-desk whacking

it’s driving me crazy

the sounds of the traffic

outside and the window

the computers and—

(graphics)

 

4. most of the time i sit in the silence

it’s me and technology

me and the internet

me and the world wide web.

Ridiculous, curious, most likely delirious.

I love a great story, whether it comes in the form of words or visual stimuli. I believe everyone has a story to tell, and I love to share mine.

Please feel free to read along, comment, share your own stories, or send me a message via the contact page. Thanks for your time reading my words.

Two Perceptions [poem]

By Corissa Haury

Rammed Island Lighthouse

Two perceptions divulged in a wood:

A train-track running in both directions,

 A tunnel in darkness thick as smoke.

Two perceptions divulged in a wood:

A pill-drenched mind on introspections,

A hollow echo when deep heart spoke.

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Two perceptions divulged in a wood:

A call to love what has come before;

A query to look ahead through philos.

Two perceptions divulged in a wood:

An empty place in a human corps,

While mistakes slip by, regretted in gross.

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Two perceptions divulged in a wood:

Why take one? I took them both.

Ridiculous, curious, most likely delirious.

I love a great story, whether it comes in the form of words or visual stimuli. I believe everyone has a story to tell, and I love to share mine.

Please feel free to read along, comment, share your own stories, or send me a message via the contact page. Thanks for your time reading my words.

Melancholy Casco Bay [poem]

copyright H. E. Remus 2015

Melancholy Casco Bay

 by Corissa Haury

melancholy casco bay

in summer

rainy in deep green summertime
landscapes edged with lustrous leaves and rich, thick underbrush
dripping, dancing with the soaking breezes,
bright birds sing to each other, flit
brush to branch

the sea crashes on the rocks of the islands
seawalls battered like sieged stone castles
on the edge of the wide ocean
on the edge of power and chaos

waves dip and challenge barges and boats alike
blue gray clouds linger over ghostly white hulls in the bay
water and sky mingle in quiet patterns
as the mists overtake hundreds of masts
sitting in harbor communion

wooden houses on water’s edge groan against wind
tin roofs protest in a racket
casco bay windows weep with water

melancholy casco bay

in summer

Ridiculous, curious, most likely delirious.

I love a great story, whether it comes in the form of words or visual stimuli. I believe everyone has a story to tell, and I love to share mine.

Please feel free to read along, comment, share your own stories, or send me a message via the contact page. Thanks for your time reading my words.