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…
on the death of a tree
Can you hear me? Can you hear me cry? Can you hear me as I die? I wonder if my voice travels Outside this place, this clearing, Surrounded by my brethren And sisters born from a great fire. The staff of my life has rotted away See my mangled entrails, my roots Now exposed by…
Minimally
Nature leaves fingerprints ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt: try your hand at a minimalist poem. What’s that? Well, a poem that is quite short, and that doesn’t really try to tell a story, but to quickly and simply capture an image or emotion…. 30 Poems in 30…
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…
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…
… 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…
Forest Nocturne
an autumn twilight | rains: forest stars drip leafs upon: broken | hearted pillars of wood: a shipwreck | spears present: in a past — a future parted out of reach | I mourn | the walk a passage of time | locked away: in a closet sand in my shoe | pebbles | rock…
anthropomorphic
the fog stands wet upon the crumbling cliff reaching for its home the dandelions bend into their wasted selves flagging a season done the fescue weaves the earth into the land setting the dining table the scanning sentinel watches over the world marking life’s moments. I watch the wildness of an island alone dripping hungry…
Hurricane’s Descent
Through hurricane’s eye Storms the waterfall below Chutes return to sea. All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “Atop.” … and more Poetry from EatsWritesShoots here.
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