A snowflake is an iceberg fallen into a warming sea an iceberg is an ocean wave melted on the plastic shore an ocean wave is a hazy sky pressing the humidex high a hazy sky is a raindrop running on smokey cars a raindrop is a river rough washing an empty salmon bed a river…
Swallow-Tails
Like a ribbon of verdant grass curled around my finger I remember my youth of running barefoot through the grass and clover chasing the flight of butterflies over Okanagan air like the wind whispering love to the tail of a dancing kite pale sulfur sails panel the blue as long crooked legs come alight upon…
i see
i see — with the light with each season and my mood, i see differently — my eyes change with the afternoon with the wane of the sun the see a shimmer of skin in the shadows of a a candle my eyes alight inside the twisting fire but in a lens they blink and…
A Legacy in Place
We together sit upon the earth in the shadows of a sundial that connects Me to the soil that fed me from the mud patties I fed me with a place that grounded me of a ground that holds family Us under the sun defines place out of it seasons my own by it my…
Writing Snowflakes
whatis it liketo writeSnowflakesout oflife? All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck …. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.
My Phantom Limb
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…
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