ARANEAE VITA

Araneae Vita 

Plans fall 

like a spider 

with no tail spin 

no net 

and all the arms 

in the octo kingdom 

can’t make a purchase 

no catcher on the fly 

We all risk jumping 

We all risk wandering 

We all want to hunt 

We all want to be the wolf 

We become the recluse 

the widow of our dreams 

April 3, 2018 

Tressa Lee Breen

Araneae: spider

Vita: life

BREAKFAST SERIAL

Breakfast Serial 

Spring 

Sprang 

Sprong 

Snap goes the cartilage 

that keeps me 

off my knees 

Clink 

Clack 

Clock 

Crackle goes the vertebra 

that keeps me 

off my back 

Pling 

Plop 

Plong 

Pop goes the veins 

that keeps me 

off my heart 

Rather start my morning 

with a big bowl of bang 

than a krispy padding 

of dry bones 

April 2, 2018 

Tressa Lee Breen

BARREN VINEYARD

Barren Vineyard 

Searching for poems 

like language didn’t exist yet; 

when pitched grunts 

were impassioned epics, 

timbered moans were love sonnets, 

and misunderstandings fattened 

like over-ripe grapes 

splattering on the ground like black eyes 

swung from brawling vines. 

Looking for something other 

than serious moonlight, 

smoke after midnight, 

and finding only 

yellow spots on old poetry. 

Words must be 

like wine on fire: 

burning the page 

like a bursting bottle, 

cork soaring, 

an inked quill 

labeling the moment. 

Ending up with unfermented thoughts 

glaring at each other 

and realizing 

the muse is just a monster 

humans think is beautiful. 

April 1, 2018 

Tressa Lee Breen