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…
Writing Snowflakes
whatis it liketo writeSnowflakesout oflife? All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck …. more of my original Poetry on EatsWritesShoots here.
Seasons Still
Warm – reflections – crystals in the sun Death – life – seasons still. ∞ Submitted as part of “National Poetry Writing Month – 2017” (#NaPoWriMo2017). Today’s prompt: write a poem with a secret – in other words, a poem with a word or idea or line that it isn’t expressing directly. The…
Sunrise Upon a Hull
Sun sets upon the Shipyard cracks The horizon Painted on in layers Weathered By storms and brine Peeling the crust From atop the snow Life is an iron Skeleton beneath Penetrating history Rusted gold Bleeds from background I touch the bark Of a dry-docked hull And the earth Falls in flakes to the ground And…
Green is the Colour of Orange
Sphere of vital green Single segments held as one Orange with sun’s kiss.” All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “It IS Easy Being Green.” … and more Poetry from EatsWritesShoots here.
Light of My Ambience
Quiet darkness is replaced By the warmth of candlelight Casting singularity A couple merge in shadows Your love is a glowing flame I’m mesmerized in your dance. I stare into liquid eyes A moth captured in moonlight. I’m wedded to your ring of fire Every night wine and steak dinner. My life is warm candlelight…
Salt of My Earth
I lay my heart deep in the earth formed in the hot press of your arms your tears the rivers of veins. I gush with your sadness but I am given life by your joy tasting life’s passions in each season. Trodden underfoot, a desert dies, seeking an oasis in a mirage of plenty a…
Heirloom
Portal to our past Tomato Inheritance Indeterminate.” Gorgeous and fully ripe, this is one of the newest beauties from my heirloom tomato garden: a “Russian Cossack.” An indeterminate tomato, it falls between a salad and beefsteak depending on the actual tomato and with a beautiful green-gold stripe against the orange/red skin, the tomato is…
Blood of Bean
Espresso ecstasy Steam pressed against morning light Awoken blood of bean.” All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “Morning.” … and more Poetry from EatsWritesShoots here.
Unwrap Me
Wrapped into a curl Tongues turned into a kiss Hearts open ablaze. Summer into bloom Sugar damp upon her skin A cherry on top. Unwrap my syrup Lick the swollen folds open Make my flower bloom. Peach fuzz upon my rose Swollen moist awaiting you Touch my spirit’s core. I am forever Blooming bright against…