Fall Back

So, it’s nearly daylight savings time again!

How odd, moving our clocks around. It’s as if we’re making time so much more complicated than it needs to be! Besides, time doesn’t progress linearly; it’s more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey…stuff. (‘Like’ if you got that!)

However, whenever I hear the phrase ‘fall back’, an attempt to remind us which way to turn the clock (it doesn’t work for me), my mind runs off with me. I like to think of it as a time to ‘fall back’ to summer–remember the end of last year, the beginning of the warm weather and adventures that were had. It’s almost like a buffer, helping me make it through the winter just so that I can experience early summer again.

I don’t know about you, but my favorite part of summer is the fireflies! I recently met someone who had never seen a firefly before, due to where they lived. *Sniff* so sad…but it got me thinking about it and I flipped back through my notebook to some mumbo-jumbo I had scribbled down and abandoned sometime in June. Here it is, all clean and fresh and edited just for you!

Midsummer Magic

We were the ones

who saw the stars for what they were

and brought them down—

relaying them from the cradles of our palms

into old glass mason jars,

we marveled

as the night sky we had claimed as our own

glimmered and flashed

just for us.

But who are these newcomers?

Who are these numbed ones?

Content to remain within a prison,

and let the lights outside


with no wondering eyes upon them.

They have killed us—

we are gone.

(c) 2012 Marie KR

Aaaaand a bonus poem, just ’cause I feel like it!


In place of my morning coffee,

today I waited for sunrise

and dipped myself a thermos of gold.

With the lid back on,

I cannot see its light,

but the pulse of heat warms my clasping hands

and I know that inside

the life steams golden

               and wild

               and waiting to widen my dozy eyes.

(c) 2012 Marie KR


Sister Blog!

Psst. Psst. Hey.

I’ve gone and done it. For reasons undisclosed at this time, I’ve started a second blog here on wordpress.com. I know, I know, I don’t update this one enough as it is. In my defense, composing and editing poetry to be presentable enough for sharing takes a lot of time! Thankfully, my second blog is not poetry-based and therefore should be a bit more active. I’m quite excited about it! However, I will still be maintaining this domain as well whenever I get a chance. There will likely be a bit of cross-contamination between the blogs depending on the untangling of my thoughts, so I apologize for any slight repetition which may occur.

You can find the new blog, Le Charrette, here, and if you follow this one then you should follow that one as well! (Because I’m greedy and want more followers).

To kick off the sister-blog posts, I’ve composed a stream-of-consciousness, spoken word style comment on architecture. Not quite a poem, but poetic enough, alright? Check it out!

Worth It

In order to become an architect, you have to give it time. Literally—it steals your time away and parcels it back again in war-time rations.

It does not become worth it until suddenly it is. Until you can spend all day at your studio desk and realize you didn’t mind it at all. Until you’ve discovered that in perfect silence, you can hear the scratch of your felt-tip micro pen against the paper. Until you’ve drawn X-acto patterns across your skin and let your veins absorb the smell of wood, glue and vellum paper. It does not become worth it until it’s deep in your blood and deep in your life.

(c) 2012 Marie KR

Perhaps I shall expand it someday, but I wanted to have something ready to post today so it can wait. 🙂