I am love hard toiled and sown tender and fresh I’m cultivated made of spring made for harvest dirty and raw I’m a mystery simply made spicy hot a culinary adventure I’m of this earth nourished by attention craving isolation I’m a moment a hope I’m a seedling a promise I’m garden a possibility in…
Minimally
Nature leaves fingerprints ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt: try your hand at a minimalist poem. What’s that? Well, a poem that is quite short, and that doesn’t really try to tell a story, but to quickly and simply capture an image or emotion…. 30 Poems in 30…
How …?
How? how do I learn where does patience come from when “It’s not fair” for the fiftieth time after a special-made breakfast made under the moonlight after a day of rushing and time is always tight because I was late for work — again — after we say “Sorry — the money is spent” on…
Poets
I am purple — royal — wrapped a monarch with a sceptre — scented gold be the purpose — powdered ink that divines — my kingdom I am a ray of white — sunlight blinded — impenetrable — bright a dissected rainbow — in my sight reflected on the unscribed — wax I am an…
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Does it make sense — really? — to compare any day? Cause — really! — what’s a normal day in May Doesn’t really matter this Canadian spring we get We all know it’s short — and snow in April is wet — But then we get this smokin hot day out of nowhere And I…
Water Returned
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…
Autumn Thief
Paw prints cling to air Memory touches golden fur Dry ash coats my mouth Weeping salt stings sight Your breath, still, falls on my heart Autumn you’re a thief. ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt: write a poem that: Is specific to a season Uses imagery that relates to…
Expanded
the phone calls would come — just after dinner time She would reach out across the miles and connect through a coiled cord — “ah-huh — he’s here — yes, Hadrian’s Wall — got it — I’ll tell him — yes, of course — I love you too, Mom” express more fully and in greater…
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…
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