A phantom limb I feel your pain gone and dead. I walk with a limp now four years a broken limb ripped from my trunk weathered wormed worn gone and dead. A limb warm still beating and bursting golden into a sky ready to burst with tears still rustling through my fingers. A limb that…
Generations
Staring into faces I stand in the dark Of my parents’ room At the black and white Photos silently Paper tombstones line Thick dust silhouettes Names only spoken In stories of others Stories once taken Immigration there Just married right here Anniversaries Graduations once Off to war once more Suits ties shiny shoes Dresses Sunday…
Sunset
With the waning, the closing of the day I fight to hold onto the dying light Watching sun burn quiet into a star Strength fading from hot white to cold black night Lost in transformation, my faith is found In tranquil treasures of a changing sky Gradients radiance burst hopes aglow Rusted, reborn, recast, regenerates…
What Do You See?
Dance your way up on the clay walk the day along what may colours fight the gray I can’t betray step don’t slip forget the trip lessons grip from a landing strip life flies above hand in glove talks the end of brotherly love one man’s roof someone’s proof a child sees a path a…
La Guardians
Captain’s Log: Day 3 on Iberian Peninsula surveying Alavesa vista vital atop rocky hill La Guardians seem afraid of valley below — warding off invading warriors with strings of red phallic fruit theirs is bigger than theirs paprika dusted on the breeze hotter than sun-seared cobblestones warriors of the lowlands seem to have an antidote…
Mother Earth
Rape our Mother Consume her tomorrow’s son Suck her spirit dry Invade your vampire virus Hungry for today Disown our geologic history.” All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “Earth.” … and more Poetry from EatsWritesShoots here.
Fountain-head
Fountain-head waters arc Nasrid built symmetry white noise garden sanctuary blue. Tourist animating gazes watching upon belly moving mirror captures sky memories. ∞ Submitted as part of “National Poetry Writing Month – 2017” (#NaPoWriMo2017). Today’s prompt: write a double elevenie. What’s that? Well, an elevenie is an eleven-word poem of five lines, with each line performing…
Our Garden
Give birth to new life among young grasses and wild daffodils spring on legs still wet Till hearts prepared to taste a rhapsody of rain drops dripped heirlooms sown deep Sweep beams with sunshine walk the earth caught on sweeping swallow wings grow germinate grow Angry arguments pull like peeling paint from iris petals done…
I Hear Your Call
I hear your call — beneath pink blossoms I fell in love among your pollen listening to your voice singing You belong among the wildflowers you pressed into your longing face you closed your eyes inhaled the fragrance we shared — I whispered back behind a hidden tree I have seen no other Who compares…
I Stand
I stand beneath the cables that fasten me to this dust moving in eddies spread my tired arms to touch willing my fingers, arches and whori, my white flecked nails to grasp the infinity of a memory of a moment when I wound the handle of tin box to a tune that played like baseball…
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