my path is strung upon misted air its bridge I follow across divide my eyes are welded white with a stare caught in the blue of your memory its an apparition of nowhere reflected on a current of green our visions moving lines out of square fingers clutch against the flowing tide a strip of…
fortune’s choice
honour honour from a sadness drowned the fortune’s choice drink drink of redemption’s tears the shadow’s light hold hold onto the spindle’s prick the satin drape cherish cherish of wishes cast the cloven past gaze gaze into a future dark the crystal bright take take with bones bleached life the hope chest filled kiss kiss…
Everywhere
“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…
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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