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…
Blackbirds Fly
Blackbirds fly from the rusted chimney a talisman of smoke and wings choking my eyes with their stillness while worms walk their wasteland marshalling their parade out of a prison that melts away into memory. Sunshine collides with the clouds forging them into steel tears that baptize our salted corpse and resurrect hope from a…
Gee Whiz
golly gee — what if I were He … and I could sow what I would reap in the heart and soul of this family — we are family — aren’t we all? did you know — come on — did you? who doesn’t, captain obvious — oh, please grant me the serenity to change…
Storms
Above ground the clouds circled Below ground the waters came Caught in the cracks of the walls Down to the foundation through soaked Earth with sorrow and sadness while Fear and anxiety gathered in the storm Giving pause for personal reflection Held hostage in the core of yesterday’s Interior locked in its shadows, Jailed behind…
Letting Go
When to let go? when do I …? when does the holding on stop being pain and become a habit of always checking the door before bed always running a fork through my fish always hanging an ornament given by someone you don’t even remember of dusting dog bowls four years empty — when does…
What did the Grouse Hear?
What did the grouse hear as the Father talked to his Son — what did it hear in the reassuring speech, practiced over a glass of rye, in the repetition of “I will always love you”? Walking among the thin ground cover, random and haphazard, the mottled markings passed on from grouse to grouse as…
Oh Pinot
Oh, you, breaker of hearts, you awaken my palate with burgundy kiss fill my glass with celebration but just as often rot … just within reach sweet fruit for yellow jackets who suckle upon your tightly packed vines. Oh, you, breaker of hearts I salivate waiting for your mineral kiss soft soft soft upon my…
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