April 26, 2012

multicolored raindrops

My daughter asked me the other day why I haven't written any children's poems lately, so I promised her that I'd write a new one just for her.  
This poem is for Sammi:



multicolored raindrops
drip
drop    
drip
drop

falling on the rooftop
drip
drop
drip
drop

are they ever going to stop?
drip
drop
drip     
drop

maybe i should get a mop
for
the
multicolored 
            raindrops…


multicolored raindrops
drip
drop
drip
drop

falling on the bus stop
drip
drop
drip
drop

this crazy rain may never stop
drip
drop
drip
drop

maybe i should call a cop
to stop
the
multicolored
 raindrops…


little girl in flip flops
drip
drop
drip
drop

dancing in the rain drops
drip
drop
drip
drop

hoping that she’ll never stop
drip
drop
drip
drop

maybe i too will start to hop
in
these
multicolored 
raindrops…






copyright © 2012 Kevin Routh

April 20, 2012

pretentious twit in a coffee shop


if you gaze long into an abyss
he paused
taking a drag from the
unfiltered turkish cigarette
“the abyss will gaze back into you"
he looked at her with an
oft-practiced
sideways ironic glance
his left eyebrow was arched
and his legs were crossed indifferently
he wore a knit hat
very carefully made to look
like it had been
thrown on at the last minute
the smoke from his cigarette
floated around his head like a
gray nicotine halo

“that’s nietzsche
he continued
as if he knew who nietzsche 
actually was
he gave her his best smoldering look
and then started to talk about jazz
when she eventually sighed and
turned away
he looked down
took a sip of his double espresso
and continued
pretending to read




copyright © 2012 Kevin Routh

April 12, 2012

Happy Birthday!

When my son Connor was born - 12 years ago today, the medical staff at the hospital immediately put him under a heat lamp and inserted a tube down his throat since he had swallowed some amniotic fluid. 
About a minute later, the nurse gasped, "Oh my god!"
I looked down at my newborn son and he had grabbed the tube and pulled it out of his throat.
The nurse reinserted the tube and said, "It must have gotten caught in his hands because newborns are just not able to grasp objects like that."
30 seconds later, Connor grabbed the tube and pulled it out again."
"That's just not possible," the visibly shaken nurse said.
Since that day, Connor has been showing me that nothing is impossible...

Happy birthday to my awesome son Connor who never ceases to amaze me!

In Connor’s honor, I’m reposting a link to a poem I wrote about him about a year ago:



April 9, 2012

the ledge


young lady
in a business suit
sitting quietly on the narrow ledge
her feet dangling 
far above the earth
wind blowing her auburn hair

she looks down at all the 
people scurrying
rushing
to get from point a
to point b
she closes her eyes
and lets a sigh escape

up here she is free
she is removed
from her pain
from her disappointment
from her sadness

she smiles 
feeling the warmth of the sun on her face
she breathes in the cool afternoon air
spreads out her arms
and jumps
















copyright © 2012 Kevin Routh
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