Poetry Corner 8/30/12

Two poems this time: the 15th poem in my Subway series and one totally unrelated to subway matters:

Subway Poem #15:

Linear Choreography

we're at the mad ball

in a whirl

moving fast

the man in blue blazer

walks up, confronts, looks at me

in a frozen second

then we step aside,

pass by, move on

to anonymous partner after partner

repeating the steps

we walk towards one another

then dart past

without missing a beat, a step,

never stopping

in linear choreography --

aggression, 

seduction, 

self absorption,

we tease that we are one 

then sunder

to the thunder of the train,

preparing to leave the platform dance

 

The Snow Queen

It was so warm inside,

stoked fireplace.

Outside, it snowed.

Through the bay window I could see my Mother

buried beneath blankets

near a wood pile.

She's cold, I told my Father,

We need to get her inside.

I'll carry her in.

I need you to hold open the door.

Your Brother isn't here to help, he said.

I'm too old and it's too cold at the door.

And so I sat at the window,

watched it snow,

re-imagining my plans.