Our TableOur TableOur Table by godlovestara
The kitchen window casts
framed light across our table,
its lacquer shinning golden
beneath April air. My eyes
see every blemish.
The table, pock-marked
once smooth, now undone
with age, mirrors my face.
It too is golden in the sun
and taken for granted
as being sturdy, perpetual.
It has known hands
which trace its lines and leave
stains behind. "It's not so bad,"
you say, "Just used."
We drape cloth over it
when the guests arrive.
- Tara Smith
Music Shuffle CentoMusic Shuffle CentoMusic Shuffle Cento by godlovestara
I packed up and headed to the city of lights
cause I have other things to fill my time.
Getting our feet to move, always the hardest part,
they travel to the dark side of the new moon
and I don't have the heart to say goodbye.
We're running with blood on our knees
to the place where I belong,
but everything looks perfect from far away.
Where I follow, you'll go
I will be chasing a starlight until the end of my life.
If you feel a little left behind
it doesn't mean I love you any less,
even if you cannot hear my voice I'll be right beside you.
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
as long as they gaze on Waterloo Sunset,
they are in paradise.
FireflyFireflyFirefly by godlovestara
You, firefly, one
who lightens and darkens night
in rhythms like heartbeats,
bring muted life to my Junes
and do not belong on the peach wall
of my bedroom.
Outside you moved,
swaying with the wind
through meadows like waves
on the seathe moonlight broken
and scattered across the surface.
It too shimmered like all of you
in your ocean of grass.
Now it is September
and there is nothing left of trees
but leaved gutters on empty
suburban streets. Brown flakes
that billow in the wake of cars.
You should be gone,
not dim and blinking alone,
solitaryall that is left
of your light-chorus.
- Tara Smith
Vampires DefangedVampires DefangedVampires Defanged by godlovestara
Or Why Edward Isn't Really a Vampire
If vampires exist, they would not sparkle
in the sunlightunless you count
when they burst into flame
and cinders, ashes that glimmer
as they settle into grass.
Dawn would mean dust
for any creature of the night
unlucky enough to be outside.
If vampires exist, they cannot eat
animals and call themselves
vegetarians. To be damned
means they live with the faces
of their food for as long as they exist
people, weeping. Moving, Necks exposed.
They have sharp fangs that pierce skin
and veins of pulsing blood to absorb
the life energies flowing inside
because that is their curse,
not their choice.
If vampires exist, they should not fall
in love with people because vampires are not
perfect specimens of human appearance.
They are inhuman. Alien. Ancient beings
that should only stare too long
when a pulse is quickened with surprise,
heartbeat audible to their sharpened senses.
If Edward is none of these things,
|I'm Tara. I'm 23 and I'm from Iowa. I have a Bachelor's Degree in English Literature with an emphasis in Poetry Writing from the University of Northern Iowa. Someday I want to get my MFA in Poetry Writing and an MA in Library Science. I love Penguins and Dinosaurs because they're so damn awesome. I wanted to be a paleontologist for about 15 years of my life, yet some how I ended up in the English department. I spend all of my free time reading, writing, cooking, listening to music, playing video games, and taking care of my daughter. Her name is Emaline and she's 3 years old. I also believe the zombie apocalypse will happen, it's only a matter of time...|