Fortune was the recipe — or fate — it depended what was undercover in the fridge leftover from the week past. Tupperware containers half-filled last with remnants of meals: a roast of Dad’s beef sad butter crusted beans some old tomato dyed cold spaghetti some gravy for sauce. Tossed together my Mother of invention added…
Quills
Dip a sharpened quill into the bluest ink of time and link it when then drink it now. Draw forth the weather’s breath through walls Nasrid built and exhale princes, all, are bid adieu measured now for red yellow red. Abdicate the past, passed caliphate and amir, proclaim an indigo crown to roost and rule…
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…
Winter’s Horizon
Icy bed of grass Winter’s silver horizon Life frozen in time.” All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “New Horizon.” … and more Poetry from EatsWritesShoots here.
Reflected Magic
Melt the rainbow in a pot of gold Mold the molten into magic Tear the sunshine from the rain Polish me a jelly-bean into jewel Consume the world in a blink Send my wife tulips for today Bend the bouquet into illusion And cast your beauty upon its mirrors.” All text and photography © Dale…
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…
Beauty of Chaos
The beauty of a moment Hurled into the promise of tomorrow A pool of water thrust into the sun Its stillness shattered by desire For stars cast upon a bright blue sky. The chaos in a moment Random flights defy direction Caught only by gravity’s liquid tongue Form pipes of pure glass Crashing into yesterday….
Mother of Walls
A history book of graffiti You are a Mother of brick Divided you stand between Separating time from love Place from exodus Torn and crumbling Beauty and hate Your skin reveals Skeleton and heart.” For me, the wall says it all and well represents the theme of this week’s Photo Challenge, “Transmogrify.” But there are…
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.
Emergence
Wrapped in a dream of magenta Erupts a corona of gold A dart for a hummingbird heart Footstones for a honey stream of bees Pulled deep in a focal decent Drunk in the hibiscus’ emergence. All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck See more of others’ submissions to the Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge on “Details.” ……
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