Random Act of Poetry | Temorary Permanence

I am desperately trying to get back on blogging track. I thought I could ease back in with a random act of poetry as April is poetry month. This year's poems are a throw-back to 2008 -- I was living in Vienna and my sister had returned from Munich to finish her last year of college. We decided to find a title and we each wrote a poem to share with each other on a predetermined date. As expected each poem turned out similarly different -- just like us sisters. Any ideas which one I wrote?? Karebear, we should do this again :)

Temporary Permanence

You know things will change, but not when

or you know when things will change

but just not how.

They change before you even realize it,

so quickly you don’t know to react

you let things get comfortable,

but not too comfortable.

Roots dug in just deep enough for the season

It’s an erasable pen—a state of in between—

You want it to last, sort of, just not forever

This is what you’re doing.

            Not what you’ve done.

                        Not what you’re going to do.

It’s just

Existing.

It’s a pile of maybes that will move forward

Or get left behind

It’s days and weeks,

Sometimes months,

Never years.

It’s developing a routine that feels right

Only because you know it won’t last.

And you know it.

It’s addresses in pencil

And travel-sized shampoo.

Temporary Permanence

there is a time which lasts
but forever

the counted time of finding never
and when i stand at iron gates

i wait.
i wait.

but only for now.
but only for
ever.

to see the sun perched at its throne
the beginning of the kingdom,
the end of the reign to echo in sunlight
of his only home.

temporarily alone.

guarded by moments
fast by nature,
planned by default.
recorded by eyes.

see to it that time will stand
at iron gates
and wait.

And wait.

for this is the rising of the sun.
and do not look away,
but once.


Take a look back at my acts of poetry from 2013 and 2012 if you'd like. I also encourage you to "attack" someone with a random act of poetry yourself.