The-Word-Well » Poetry http://the-word-well.com Inspiration by the Bucket Tue, 07 Sep 2010 13:19:13 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 en hourly 1 Weekly Verse http://the-word-well.com/weekly-verse.html http://the-word-well.com/weekly-verse.html#comments Fri, 01 May 2009 00:44:46 +0000 Sara K. Eisen http://the-word-well.com/?p=298 So, you want people? Let them in, but just so much past the door; otherwise they will either park on your soul or you will end up wanting more. Choose: Which welcome mat position? You lose yourself, Or you simply lose. ]]> photo by: massdistraction

photo by: massdistraction

So, you want people?

Let them in, but just so much past the door;
otherwise they will
either park on your soul
or
you
will end up wanting more.

Choose:
Which welcome mat position?
You lose yourself,
Or you simply lose.

You know what they say:
Better to have
let them stand in the entrance hall
of you
and served them drinks and smiles
than never to have let them in at all.
…Or let them in too far.

(This should keep you busy
for a while,
Good Hostess that you are.)

- SKE, August ‘08

]]> http://the-word-well.com/weekly-verse.html/feed 0 Turnpike Insomnia http://the-word-well.com/turnpike-insomnia.html http://the-word-well.com/turnpike-insomnia.html#comments Thu, 09 Apr 2009 23:10:50 +0000 Sara K. Eisen http://the-word-well.com/turnpike-insomnia.html Being the only one awake life stands still; I am timeless with no company, no measuring stick of kitchen or toys. It’s now about whatever I can push into the empty closet of two a.m., in a house full of little (and one big) boys. ]]>
photo by: bankbryan

photo by: bankbryan

Being the only one awake
life stands still;
I am timeless with no company, no measuring stick of kitchen or toys.
It’s now about whatever I can push
into the empty closet of two a.m.,
in a house full of little (and one big) boys.

I am a predator of minutes; slurping up memory from the corners,
sniffing out tasks from the walls;
A beast stalking quiet: also things never done, and the things never thought,
and sitting.

Tunneling backwards in a suburban vertigo,
I can feel late Sunday afternoon in November
at a rest stop in New Jersey; Coming back from a visit at Grandma’s in New York.
I am fifteen,
it’s raining,
and there is school tomorrow,
but only here at Someplace Named for War or History,
do I finally have a few moments alone, and nothing urgent
to possibly be.

Out of place, at peace, bored and alive.
Strangeness a segue to myself. The turnpike always gave me gray butterflies,
the Becoming of it.

It feels like that.

- SKE, October 2004

]]> http://the-word-well.com/turnpike-insomnia.html/feed 0 Suburban Worship http://the-word-well.com/suburban-worship.html http://the-word-well.com/suburban-worship.html#comments Thu, 02 Apr 2009 03:51:42 +0000 Sara K. Eisen http://the-word-well.com/?p=238 Our Lady of Compromise - at the Corner of Stability and Main - invites you to a Sisterhood Brunch in Honor of Everyone Being the Same. ]]> photo by: Dean Terry

photo by: Dean Terry

Our Lady of Compromise
- at the Corner of
Stability and Main -
invites you to a
Sisterhood Brunch
in Honor of
Everyone Being the Same.

Weekly Services
are held:
Every Minute
you are in it.
(- And you’re expected to attend…
although significant contributions
of money or time
allow one to
more than occasionally
offend.)

The Rules, Luther-like,
are nailed up on
the door;
Parishioners encouraged
to come up with more.

- SKE, January ‘09

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