When You Sit Down To Write

When you sit down to write
By Trevor Kaldor 11/15/17

When you sit down to write:
Your computer will need to install updates.
The coffee pot will overflow.
The toilet just might be running.
And the oven, perhaps, was left on.

The kids will need their butts wiped.
The dog will lick himself raw.
The chickadees will come calling,
Chick-a-dee-dee-dee,
because you have forgotten their seed.

Weeds will sprout in the garden
Lost chores will be found
Feet will need slippers
Tongues cry out for coffee
Faucets will drip
Sinks will clog…
Children will clog,
On the floor,
With the tap shoes,
Grandma sent,
As a present.

When you sit down to write
You must turn your mind
Into a crusty cupboard
Not a scrap of care for the world
Who clamors for your bread

Any yet,
You must open your eyes
Pour your tears into the typewriter
trace your blood on the page
Weave soul into ink

You must open your heart
Because you sat down to find it
In the midst of the noise
In the press of the crush
In the moment of life that moves
And cannot be captured again

Spring Haiku for My Love

By Trevor Kaldor 4/20/17

April drops soak my

Mood, but your kisses water

this green rooted heart

Random Poem

Random poem sectionals

By Trevor Kaldor 03/17

This skin 
Is just enough to hold in the blood 
Just enough to keep all the hairs in their places 
Just enough to make me go the same place at the same time 
And keep my bones moist. 

It’s empty 
Because someone else was here first
Because it was good, or good enough
Because she was longing for something else 
Because you didn’t bother to fill it 

I am here 
I forgot to be smarter 
Or I couldn’t have done much better 
Really I lied to myself in repetitive  fashion 
Liars eventually get truth 
And the truth is so much worse than they feared 
because it is exactly what they feared

The hands 
The face 
Avoid the breasts 
Smile 
Remember to smile 
Not that much