All posts for the month January, 2013

Poem Written On An IPHONE

Published January 30, 2013 by rlmcdermott

red will be
the color that
wears you and
wears you down

a leaf fell
and you
heard a song
that broke
your heart

life is unrequited
we live it
it doesn’t live us

sorrow is the artist
and we are the still life
hung on a wall
waiting to be seenSelf Portrait Painted On An IPHONE



Published January 19, 2013 by rlmcdermott

Who was Ariadne anyway?
Could she see the stone in the stone,
the moonlight in the moonlight?

The hard mirror told nothing of her face,
head bent in concentration,
hand moving up and down,
sowing thread upon thread–
so intricate a seam this seam
sown seamless in the great
blue gown of the sky.

She loved nothing but her art,
the poems she wove,
the poems that grew into great clothes,
great elaborate poems
that failed to rhyme,
songs that refused to be sung–

the poem that would not rhyme,
the song that could not be sung,
the portrait that would not look back.IPHONE Painting


Published January 17, 2013 by rlmcdermott

She was a dangerous girl
all darkness
kept in a shoebox in his closet

at night she’d listen to his heart
a glass harp
played by holding her hand
just above his breastbone

this is love she thought
this silence
this slow descent into suffering
this dancing on the edge of a glass
eyes closed arms akimbo
splintered feet bleeding

she wouldn’t have it any other way
this music
this dance
this love

in the spring
there will be cherry blossoms
walking in her favorite garden
camellias and the eastern sunIPHONE GEISHAA