Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Keeping Time


Keeping Time

In one rare moment
Everything came together.
July Fourth
Exploded outside my shaking windows.
Time finally caught up with itself.

There was nothing new
In that one rare moment.
Until everything became
Brand new again.

Lindsay Riggs Brown

Friday, May 7, 2010

Letting Go


Letting Go

On cool, Lilac scented mornings,
You ran behind me,
holding the back of my seat
while I pedaled,
Terrified, I screamed,
“DON’T LET GO!”
and you swore you never would.
But you did.

In warm summer’s drift,
we found
Indian arrowheads
and shards of cobalt sea glass
the color of your eyes.
By then I could ride alone.

In Indian Summer,
somehow,
you found a way
to let go of;
The Boston Red Sox; scotch on the rocks; salted peanuts;
and Jazz.

Lindsay Riggs Brown

Monday, January 18, 2010

Distanced


Distanced

i am never in my dreams
or of them
they flit away
like tiny silver minnows
slipping through
my netted fingers

i am never in my dreams
or of them
i simply dream
distanced
from
hope or fear

Lindsay Riggs Brown

Monday, December 14, 2009

Did You Think?



Did You Think?


Did you think

I wouldn’t notice,

or care,

that you disappeared

like a puff of smoke?


Did you think

you wouldn’t notice,

or care,

that you missed me?


Did you think?


Lindsay Riggs Brown

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Side-Swiped


Side-Swiped

(For M.R.T.)


His story cuts me to the quick.

secrets told after

an intimacy shared,

perhaps too soon.


Voice breaking,

heart broken

but spirit strong

after six

very short, very long years


And I know exactly what he means

when he tells me

he lost everything that day.

Everything..


After he put down his weapon,

before he surrendered himself,

he found his straight edge.


The piece

of the puzzle of his life

that let him

begin again.


Lindsay Riggs Brown

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Consumed



Consumed


“I could just eat you up.”

He tells her,

in the beginning

“You are deliciously delectable.

Sweet and savory”


He bites her lip;

nibbles her ear;

devours her scent;

suckles her breast;

and tastes her tongue


“I could just eat you up.”

He tells her,

in the beginning.


...and in the end…

he does.


Lindsay Riggs Brown

Stayover






Stayover


I call

for direction.

don’t lose me here;

not now.

a cold discarded penny

on wet pavement.


The phone smells

like other people’s voices.

Snow’s falling

across a silver, steel span

called the Brooklyn Bridge.


Manhattan calls

but I’ve no destination

on an empty night.


If I could,

I would make time crawl

to me on its hands and knees

and you would love me again.


Lindsay Riggs Brown