Love is a bowl of morning latte hot and waiting set quietly on a bedside table Love is the cradle of a lap, fallen into on a Friday night overcome with the weariness of a week spent separately together Love is the warmth of a blanket draped warm around your shoulders, comforted, watching an Atlantic…
Meta
Fenced from memory I gaze up Words freed from imagination Longing whispers into blue Incantations I spell With rhythmic cadence Crafting digits Mark the white Becomes Verse. ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt: Day Nine: “Today, because it’s a Saturday, I thought I’d try a prompt that asks…
Super-Pop
Most mornings are a cereal bowl Of kryptonite that withers my fragile will Rots my confidence like a spring snowbank — I’m whipped by salted words, hot with prepubescence, So I retreat into Clark Kent clothes and awkwardness And scream into the testing with a stomp and a fist down But on the quiet of…
footprints on the sands of time
trampled time — history reduced a basilica of broken basalt, fractured marble memories here I was — there I wasn’t pixels pressed into a pause a prayer cut from a pilgrimage standing here — a refracted mirror a shadow cast upon a castle wall a din of littered dust mutes our steps cheesy smiles —…
Red Light, Green Light, Stop
Finished — take — a familiar path — straight to your closest intersection pause for the Red Light turn your back to front, look ahead and — wait — watch the light — and wait Green Light — watch the people cross count-down, and breathe — and watch — their feet with each second Red…
Wuthering Heights
I. My ghost of us strides upon the heath, unrequited, I’m stained hungry with regret steps cover the discarded, morning mist with fast feet leaving not a print on the shards of blasted bedrock, heaved hard, my breast of bramble wild and untempered, feral love, once your attention had tamed, wild again wants what it…
Afterwinter
The sheets of Afterwinter — shatter with splashes thin frosted fingers grasping at the cold extending in an instant melting under the reminder of a summer’s kiss a distant memory a darkened warmth against winter’s shadow that fades pressed by the equinox then grows long flung long through fluttering eyelashes glued with ice of a…
The Story of a Dog
This is the story of a dog Leo’s body — pressed against my soul My heart beats — with each smile Eyes that melt into my own I fetch your gaze — fixed upon a tree I lap at the innocence of the world As I join you in staring at a squirrel Days slow…
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,…
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