A thirsty sun Sucks the day’s wetness Through straws Slurping the last drops Sweaty fountain drinks Heat waves Crashing against earth Harden the world’s skin The cool dusk dawns Embraces suffocating August air Lies in state Wet foreplay Replaced By the wholeness of moonlight A canopy of Saran Wrap Overstretching Captures Convections sleep Rhythmic moist…
Old Farts Blvd
As any journey begins you take a first step and ask for directions “Can you tell me how to get to …” (push out the worn refrains of Sesame Street) “… Bonavista?” jot the words into memory and promptly forget what comes after left …. stand, ponder, look around (avoid all eye contact) “Just admiring…
Escape
My gaze escapes the window through the thickness of its panes grasps at a swallowing light rapacious, seeks but discovery Leaves behind the hedgerows the nascent permanence of beginnings born to me a placenta providing place Break, break, break I yearn to be rooted free, ripped, torn from ties that define and bind take, take,…
Forks and Knives
Forks and knives? Yes please (The table is set) What’s that? Dinner (The tone is established) What’s that sound? I don’t know – someone outside? Why are they using Frank’s barbecue? Because they live at Frank’s Why is this cashew soft? What happens to food when you cook it? Why is the steak white? It’s…
Scabulous
My life is stitched together with scars some are hidden within a knee some are visible some you can barely see autographs collected, like stars loved and lost a broken heart mended restarts fool me twice shame on me a shattered heart beats poetic darts reclaim my love the baggage grows love again the story…
Your Tail Curls Me Round
A morning bed, a head that yearns Makes my back burn With your body that yearns Makes my back, makes my back burn Your panting a daily reprise My awakening you baptize And your panting a daily reprise Keeps me alive, keeps me alive You curled Oh, the world curls around Your tail unfurled around,…
On the Occasion of a Sunday Shower
I lost myself in that conducted moment’s quiet awaiting the Sunday matinee when rising a canopy of batons began to sway counting the postured orchestra stirs black and white alive aroused with the tympani of striking drums beating the tapestry of my solitude flashing insights into a parallel world, divided, sparking a river dance of…
Whale of a Tale
It’s quite the sight to behold, this St Lawrence estuary where inquisitive pregnant women loll in the water — but seriously, be quiet, watch your motor mouths — they’re irritated by the transient noise crossing the sounds. Yes, they liquid beautiful in those dark blue waters but mind your place and keep a shotgun handy…
Vanity
“Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!” Is it you, always, or is it never me I am immune of all responsibility How do you live in the skin of your humanity yes, it befell you, but I’m cloaked in invincibility even though, true, I’m not river dipped like Achilles but, I don’t need a walk light…
rings a bell
with a doorbell pulled I remember you always there thoughts tarnished brass etched upon childhood above Oregon grape twisted chords together chimes toll time notes love letters symbols cracked silence rings an open door invites embrace acceptance belonging like a doorbell Grandma I hear. ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo…
- « Previous Page
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- 6
- …
- 70
- Next Page »