Irony in Retrospect
Posted by Lauren Yates | Filed under Poetry, Print
When I was a little girl, I said to my grandfather:
“I know my mind isn’t ripe yet, but can we copyright it anyway?
Someday my ideas will be good enough to steal.”
Betelgeuse
Posted by Lauren Yates | Filed under Poetry, Print
To the ninth brightest star in the night sky:
Project divine sparks toward this back wall.
I’m hard of hearing and your feelings aren’t quite mine.
Come closer.
No one can outshine your dark horse harmony,
bracing front man melodies sung by the sun.
Know that you’re bright enough to hold
your own, that you illuminate the night sky.
Ninth brightest star, come closer.
Your potent whisper still can’t fight
the distance between us. But I don’t want it to.
Six-hundred light years later, you’ll shock my fingertips
once I’ve called your name three times.
Bed
Posted by Lauren Yates | Filed under Poetry, Print
Lost
in the
analog
sway and hopeless
attempts at control.
We set our clocks to strike
perfection, but nighttime comes
too soon. Like a desperate lover,
darkness sweeps over to strangle our
dreams and shakes its little death until dawn.
