snowmen bleed out
flooding paths with memories
smiles return to earth
David Trudel © 2014
Monthly Archives: February 2014
Filed under Haiku
raindrops ripcord
into snowflakes stuttering
frozen hearts thaw
David Trudel © 2014
Filed under Haiku
tethered wind surfers
fly plunging between currents
lone footprints in sand
David Trudel (c) 2014
Filed under Haiku
against darkness
the flashlight beam freezes
snowflakes dancing
David Trudel © 2014
Filed under Haiku
Fuck You Saint Valentine
one day I’ll run through the mall
shouting Fuck You Saint Valentine
patron saint of the beautiful, the privileged
you’re a tease, a fiction
spreading hope, packaged passion
Fuck You Hallmark cards
perpetuating a myth of receptive possibilities
promoting expectations
one phrase at a time
Fuck You Harlequin Romances
happy endings all tidied up
measured passion
not the snarls of our lives
Fuck You Hollywood
avalanche of romantic comedies
soundtracks swollen with strings
when all some of us hear is the croak
of Tom Waits at two in the morning
Fuck You Saint Valentine
glossing over the childrens’ labour
sweetly boxed
Fuck You mall wanderlings
I’m tired of happy passion
animated Barbie and Ken dolls
buying underwear for each other
Saint Rita!
patron saint of loneliness
of forgotten causes
a saint for the chronically alone
a saint without P.R.
So Fuck You Saint Valentine
I’m over your sweet promises
I’ll plead my case to Saint Rita
on her feast day I’ll take myself out to lunch
and I won’t be disappointed
David Trudel © 2014
Filed under Poetry
spill
there will be beauty in the midst of terror
when light reflects a swirl of colours on the tide
perversely echoing the stained glass of cathedrals
finding one more reason to pray for salvation
not for us
but for the innocent
when greed and complacency foul the ocean
when tarballs creep across tidelines
carpeting creation with black death
ending stories rooted in the beginning of days
a sacrifice to human commerce
papered press releases will talk about dispersants
and highlight spill response teams
until their stench masks that of the dead
seabirds and seastars
and everything else
there will be beauty darkened
by a mask of bunker fuel
or bitumen or toxic sludge
beauty will be found in our tears
saltwater spills running down black cheeks
as we grieve one more assault
one more acceptable risk fulfilled
in service of insanity
David Trudel © 2014
Filed under Poetry
createdavidt 
bad faith
bad faith has led to this place
the transept holds a draped table
where lawyers pulpit
rights, titles and historical truths
dressed in split hairs
ritualistic applause marks each voice
concepts like terra nullius lie uncovered
offered up like original sin by unholy courts
whose collective guilt bleeds
as red as maple leaves on white fields
empty spaces left uncoloured
unoccupied by truth
condemned by greed to be torn away
from those who can’t exist
in this place
where faith has been rocked
by fraud and lies
culture quarried and stripped
left for dead
still, there are heartbeats
that call like drums
ascending
David Trudel © 2014
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