(perhaps it's the wrong season for this, but...)

WISHING ON A WHITE TWILIGHT

I watch as the world fills up with whiteSometime between midnight and twilight.A hundred miles an hour, worries flood my mind,And I stare at the snow, attempting to unwind.I wish that each flake held a worry or trial,So I could see them all fall into one big pile;Then, during the night, a snow-plow would comeTo shove them aside without care where they're from.Then when I awoke, I'd find them all gone--A clear pathway to follow where nothing is wrong.

written 2:07 a.m., 1/29/06

I AM A WORDPOOL

My real names are Ordinary Pity, Wishing Word, and August.Yesterday my name was Magenta Jinx, Snoring.Tomorrow my name will be Extinguish the Spatter.In my deam I am a corridor called Grouchy Holiday Glade.My mother thinks my name is Awful Vicious.My father thinks it's Meeting June With Scissors.My brother thinks my name is Wide Summer Ocean.My cat thinks my name is Vibrant Ages--Scratch My Neck.In ten years my name will be Experienced September.My Indian name is Silent Tapioca Mime--Chatters A Lot.Secretly I know my name is Contains Internal Shaking.My name once was Speaking Sidewinder.I want to be Patchy-Rust-On-An-Invisible-Haystack.I am Shrewd, Serious, and Arrives On A Crying Zigzag.

written 2003

Comments and critiques welcome.

I like the first one very much. Beautiful symbolism. The second one is a little wierd but still pretty cool.