Cast your eyes into tomorrow’s sky Steal perfection from the light Make the room dark for the night Squeeze the jasmine around the twisted air Tear the feathers out the angel’s wings Stuff a pillow with heaven there Fire the wick upon reflecting eyes Project our figures onto an unwritten wall Melt my hardness until…
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…
Mother
Mother You feed – our hearts make warm our whole You forgive – our stumbles see I for me not deeds You mend – our hurts cherish our fallen tears You teach – our minds patient with stubbornness You guide – our choices free us to risk wobbles You protect – our innocence a shield…
… a Moment
I ski upon the memory of a path upon the snow fallen from the twinkling of stars long ago. I move along the path made glacial and hard by the many boots of men following me. I ascend a terrain which undulates noticeably up when early in my trek it was all downhill. I collect…
Mousetrap Rye Pale Ale | RyePA | Parsons Brewing
Craft brewing comes to “wine country.” Prince Edward County is, in many respects, a home away from home, for Jess and I. Indeed, it is a place that is home to our hearts. If you’ve followed us and our story in these pages, you know that it is where we were engaged and where, last…
Fat Tug | IPA | Driftwood Brewery
I first drank this at CRAFT Beer Market in Ottawa in the winter with a friend and loved it immediately from the cask. So when a few days later I found a bottle of the same at the LCBO, I bought a bottle to bring home for Jess and I to sample together. Read on…
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…
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