Poetry Blog by Tia Lattanzio
August 9, 1995
a haunting road stretched ahead, lit only by the dim headlights of the truck. she wished that there were more people on the road, something to keep her mind busy. the radio played hymns quietly in the background as a deer flashed across the road -unnoticed; as rain trickled on the unmoving wipers; a baby on board sticker on the bed began to peel away; clouds covered the...
Monday 13th November 2017 10:07 pm
Damp summer night hugs the two of us,
Wraps us with adventure:
Warm with a sense of novelty
Which shines in her eyes,
Hazel, glinting in the moonlight,
Locked with mine one moment,
Then closed as she spins and laughs in circles,
Whipping me with her hair
Shining auburn in golden twinkle lights,
Glued to her skinny arms wet with sweat.
She’s so beautiful,
Sunday 12th November 2017 7:21 pm
Your tangled ginger hair
- crystaled by the moonlight bright-
A pair of ice blue eyes
-shining like the stars, so light-
Your rosy lips just brushing mine
-sugared, as a candied pear-
Reflections in the fountain shine
-frosted by the midnight air-
Nose to nose, eyes closed, we kiss
-thrilling, yes, but not a scare.
Saturday 11th November 2017 10:25 am
The tears fall,
rain on autumn hay,
so I let them,
let them sink
as they sing-
paw prints in the snow
against my pillow.
He sleeps so quietly
so I let him,
let him hide in worlds away,
ones hidden in the day,
so he can hide in golden shrouds
of fairies’ dust on candy clouds.
The tears fall,
Thursday 9th November 2017 7:21 pm
Brother and I were hunting fairies and
Catching colds in the winter air
From staying out too late trying to snatch
Shooting stars with our tongues and
Making wishes on falling flakes of snow.
Dreaming of days when Mom’s voice,
Breathing miasma into our fairyland of snow,
Wouldn’t beckon us inside to sit at the table and
Listen to Dad and Mom discuss the details...
Wednesday 8th November 2017 7:33 am
Tuesday 7th November 2017 4:16 pm
Sit alone in darkness-
Who is that behind the door?
A motor revving just outside-
A boot upon the floor.
Clomping, heavy, up the steps,
Metal clinking with each step-
Sneak and hide.
Make no noise, you might survive.
A deadbolt’s thump,
A creaking door-
Dead silence in the shadows thrive.
You take a breath- too loud,...
Monday 6th November 2017 6:44 am
I hate to start this with
“I’m sorry”, so it’s fortunate I didn’t,
For this unfortunate little sigh
Began with the second thing that I despise:
In any case, it’s sad to say,
I’ve been a pain of late.
Complaining, always feeling down,
Dragging you as well to drown
In sorrows that are not your own.
You see, I’m a toxin.
Not in the way you might imagine...
Monday 6th November 2017 6:42 am
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