A song without the music is, well, just the lyrics … but hence the rhyme in these words. So while I continue to strum my guitar and contemplate a rhythm and melody to go with these words, please hum along and provide your own beautiful lilt to fill them out wherever you ‘hear’ them. ~ In…
Fear Not
Fear notIn breath there is hopeDon’t trembleIn arms there is strengthDon’t stumbleIn legs there is a wayDon’t despair In the jaw there is courage Don’t weepIn eyes there is compassionDon’t fallWith my back I will carryDon’t quit In thought there is resolve Don’t retreat In touch there is connection Don’t subtract In morning there is a day Don’t…
His News
The news: a bark that bites through my heart Words on a screen scratching at my soul My world shakes and it flings me down I choke on the hairy diagnosis And it claws at my breaking eyes. The clock chimes, the hands move, Eighteen years are now ticking , Sands caught in his paws, now…
hope caught within a tear
Standing on broken glass A crystal dream fractured Into kaleidoscopic fractals Chaos streams in the light Ruby shards pressed Into my dripping feet Its sharpness cuts my soul Bleeds my heart dry … And yet all my mind can see Are visions of tenderness Smiles and gentle kisses Sparkles in an eye Warmth upon a…
Pull and Push
My heart was pulled Into yours – It awoke Fallen into an embrace Held Tightly in your arms At peace and At home. My heart was adrenaline Lifting cars A superhero In my chest … It beat complete. “Don’t!” I am rebuffed “No!” Your tongue slapped Conversations closed Connections Lost “You shouldn’t” And I fall backwards Into…
My Nemesis
My Nemesis waits – looming – imperious…. Frozen breath – fires – my spirit Soars into pulsing thighs – triceps – shoulders Propel my start – sliding – spurs my speed Warm wax tucks in – head to chest – fists to ribs I ride the tracks – trust the line – and fly Over…
When Are We Old?
When changing leaves fall light When flower fails to fruit When bark withers and cracks When trunk no longer bends When branches break and fall When the roots cannot drink When children vanish from shadows When the sap runs cold … When is it old? © Dale Schierbeck 2014 Read more poetry here
Frozen Meringue
Frozen meringue sharp Crust upon a cloud of cream Soft flakes shining hard. © Dale Schierbeck 2014 Read more poetry here
Waiting
Crescent chalice on your back Pour a canopy Outstretched tongue collects © Dale Schierbeck 2013 Read more poetry here
We Become the Wind
We grow and pulse A green algae bloom Of spandex tight Coalescing Undulating Stretching across Weightless Frames of carbon-fibre Gleaming Resin and aluminum Hands wrapped tight on mounts Heart-rate monitors Quicken with waiting breaths Tinted, eyes are compounded Glances everywhere Heads strapped by helm Bowed Praying for protection Strength Quads and hams Fill with blood…