all poems and photographs
© by Maya Stein

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Thursday, February 23, 2006

d is for disorder






















the dilemma of dawn
drooping eyelids
doped up on lemon drops
another day dreaming, then
decaf
distance, Delta, drumming fingers on a dashboard,
deafening silence
delay
dwindling dinero
a drop of rain, then deluge
downtown, dress shoes, desk chair, deadlines
dipshit
dogshit
dull as nails
deliver me Jesus
Dunkin' Donuts despair
ding-dong
dead-on
dictionary.com
different, deliberate, de facto
a little dab'll do ya
dimly lit doorway
do-re-mi
don't miss a thing
diameter of an eyelid
divorce from the drama
damage control
decisions decisions
dipping the toe in, then diving
indeed
in deed
dew on a dried-out deck
do-re-mi
discovering dimes in the duvet
dactyls
digging in
no dicking around
decide
decide
no discussion
duet
de-lovely
delicious
DNA
dahlias and daffodils
dancing
delight
deciphering the noise
a single drumbeat
a decibel of desire
i declare

4 comments:

Belinda said...

i read your blog and your posts and i think that they are great keep up the good work

la vie en rose said...

delightful!

GailNHB said...

What carries me is the delight I experience as I read your poetry, your musings, and the fact that so many of your words and images touch the deepest parts of me. Thank you for pouring yourself out of your fingertips through your keyboard and into my life. Grace and peace, Gail

Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

If I could think of a "D" word to describe how you do this poetry thing I could not...because I would want to use all the letters of the ABCs to describe you! Wonderful!