“There!” A landing spot a picnic park warm rock upon to roost. Here Gather the sky against a quickening heart a take off drop. Where Emptiness fills a horizon premonition of loss. Somewhere iron holds the weight present forged a forever palimpsest. Nowhere an emptiness thoughts drift to a centre free. Everywhere a salvation bought…
anthropomorphic
the fog stands wet upon the crumbling cliff reaching for its home the dandelions bend into their wasted selves flagging a season done the fescue weaves the earth into the land setting the dining table the scanning sentinel watches over the world marking life’s moments. I watch the wildness of an island alone dripping hungry…
Seasons Still
Warm – reflections – crystals in the sun Death – life – seasons still. ∞ Submitted as part of “National Poetry Writing Month – 2017” (#NaPoWriMo2017). Today’s prompt: write a poem with a secret – in other words, a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The…
Ekadent
Ekadent the child in her unwinds the wool of words solitaire hummingbirds hover as she plays upon a butterfly table history bookworm devours the unbroken spines of libraries cookies a girl-guide hand reaches into depression glass friendship pilgrims ring brass bells through the Oregon grape trumpets big band jazz carpets lazy story-telling afternoons grammar disciplines…
Leftovers
Fortune was the recipe — or fate — it depended what was undercover in the fridge leftover from the week past. Tupperware containers half-filled last with remnants of meals: a roast of Dad’s beef sad butter crusted beans some old tomato dyed cold spaghetti some gravy for sauce. Tossed together my Mother of invention added…
Quills
Dip a sharpened quill into the bluest ink of time and link it when then drink it now. Draw forth the weather’s breath through walls Nasrid built and exhale princes, all, are bid adieu measured now for red yellow red. Abdicate the past, passed caliphate and amir, proclaim an indigo crown to roost and rule…
Dense
It was our honeymoon — but in this case, it wasn’t the honey of the moon we sought. It was the elixir of the sun which drew us to Spain and to the Rioja. Landing in the land of wine, we took our accommodation in a history-drenched Parador in Santo Domingo de la Calzada —…
Sunrise Upon a Hull
Sun sets upon the Shipyard cracks The horizon Painted on in layers Weathered By storms and brine Peeling the crust From atop the snow Life is an iron Skeleton beneath Penetrating history Rusted gold Bleeds from background I touch the bark Of a dry-docked hull And the earth Falls in flakes to the ground And…
Green is My Vice
Kiss me once and kiss me twice I am a frog Green is my vice. Sitting low upon my throne I am the Pond King Behold — all that I own. Water is my golden pleasure Look into my eye See all my treasure. Crowned I am by a water flower I stroll my palace…
Green is the Colour of Orange
Sphere of vital green Single segments held as one Orange with sun’s kiss.” All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “It IS Easy Being Green.” … and more Poetry from EatsWritesShoots here.
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