Bedouin of the summer sheikh camped upon the air conditioner cooling your richness a fur coat your plumage your reign a desert trek a scalding deck panting sweating tongues salt upon your nose prints draped crown keffiyeh blessed be your eyes following hope leader of our tribe. ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry…
Again
You are here today Again now upon my lap my hands in you when you passed into a tomorrow today yesterday is Again born into a day birthday candles extinguished with a spark a bark peals back the dark your face printed on your name you awake the silence with a look a belly rub…
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…
Haiku Harmony
Mother teamed to Son Melted hearts born in hard snow Trained in harmony Black, tan and white fur Bounding for the trail ahead Played in harmony. Heart wrapped in wool Bright eyes sparkle flecks of ice Warmed in harmony. Lovers on a dog sled We are home wrapped in arms Pulled in harmony.” All text…
Fastest and most Expressive Tongue in the West … the East … and Central
When Ben passed away in October, I was left going through thousands and thousands of photos of him and, in the process, one of the very telling parts of his personality was expressed again and again … and that was the constance of his tongue. It found it’s way into both hearts … and almost…
Serenity’s Memory
For longest time, serenity was my space filled by just a presence; serenity was the presence that filled my space; it was space filled by the presence of serenity. Serenity is now a memory of that space filled. Memories of serenity fill my space. My space is now memories of serenity…. We were each other’s serenity….
A Study in Yellow ~ No. 6: Ben’s Paw Prints
“A Study in Yellow #6: Ben’s Paw Prints” Paw prints into my heart Dancing in the fresh snow Muddied upon upon the floor following you everywhere A mark against a window Swatted on my face your pads pulse with life Grasping tight a toy Digging into my denim jeans holding on…
Lost and Found
Lost starving in an iron labyrinth of kiosks Found darting through the scurry of strange feet Lost to the offer of escape Found staring through the open door Lost your fear Found my playfulness Lost a country Found a home Lost a mother Found resilience Lost your place sleeping at my feet Found your way…
Indian Summer
It was a miracle day a month ago, a hot miracle of an Indian summer when Ben and I went for ice cream and, in reliving a special memory, we created one even more special. Over the last few months, but really over the last couple of years, I’ve been contemplating writing a book, one that will…
Endurance ~ My Best Friend
© Dale Schierbeck 2014 At 18½ years of age, my very special best friend, Benjamin, endures like nothing else I’ve ever experienced. Wrestled from the streets of Warsaw as a pup, he has endured a life with me that has taken him half-way across the world and then to Canada’s North and then again half…