True Love?

I wouldn't want to be like Juliet.
Is a crush really something to die from?
I mean REALLY, they had just met,
It's so over the top, and VERY dumb.
And Romeo, PLEASE!  What were you thinking?
Was your life only worth a pretty face?
You don't even think twice about drinking?
You never even got past second base.
All I can say is they were WAY too young,
They didn't know first love's not eternal.
They got high on emotion and they clung
despite hurdles, no matter how painful.
Romeo and Juliet, Romantic?
Or two manic kids whose end was tragic?

Competition

When one measures,
What are the things one should compare?
Should one measure?
It only adds to one's hauteur.
If only attention was shared,
There would be no need to compare,
Where one measures.

A Misfired Nerve

I twitch
and like a switch
I'm off again
scientific to the power of ten
I analyze
when it's not wise
An overwhelming wave
That tries to save
Me from Myself
But I'm still like items on a shelf
porcelain
when I wish to fly like a wren
free and high
A cloud up in the sky
With magic like a witch
But I twitch

By Brandy Reeves 10/29/2009

Beauty

If I said that stone was
Obsidian, would you think
how unusual? How Beautiful!
If I then said the stone was
Coal, would it then be coarse,
and ugly? What is beauty?
Water crystal clear or your
Preferred Drink
A dress smooth and colorful
Or perhaps a dappled muscled horse
What then is beauty
but a lie
Whatever hits your fancy
Gone in the blink of an eye.

By Brandy Reeves 7/31/2009

Breathless

I wanted to return to that place,
where the sun shone brightly down,
where the sky was a box open and free,
where the hard gray bench was sure against my back,
where the quiet was alive and soothing,
where the world was sitll, a soft
Murmur in my heart; shutdown, enclosed,
alone, basking in the sun, eyes closed,
I want someone to hold me.

By Brandy Reeves 10/4/2007

A Defining Moment

Who am I?
Why am I so laconic?
Will I ever fill the layers of light
A moment
A space in the fabric of time
A Black hole gapes down in my gut
I realize
I sleep through life
I act on rote, not really there or here

8-24-10
Brandy Reeves

Response to #110

The exercise this time is on Transliteration above is the online translation of a poem in Czech and below is my response.

To Push

Is more or less

To ask yourself

How you can go on

When you're stuck

Going round about all year

Knowing that you're a slob

Reaching deep in your soul

To discover who

It is you want

To find in your heart

Waiting to be moved