Blasted past ripped from the news paper tattered by the birds with hard beaks beating into a pulp fiction stories of lovers entwined rings of a stump torn apart pages pressed tightly together by wind and wet rain blurs words worm worn pathways eaten weather weakens crumbles remnants of the Blasted. ∞ Submitted…
Sense of Time
Lick, lick — lick at the wind with taste buds grasp a sailing tail Wink, wink — wink at the tapestry with eyes pull through the fading threads Sniff, sniff — sniff at the sands with nose count every digit and step Ring, ring — ring at the bell with ears grip the fading waves…
We Reflect
We walk the rural path from a one-room school …..rubber boots scrape the gravel We stand, flip 100 burgers in a line, for lunch time, …..sneakers smell slick, still, with rancid fat We sit, alone, with a Lady, her Ermine, through plexiglass, she looks away …..hikers, swell hot, four years bald We reflect time in…
split
consciousness staring into belonging clinging through contrast divided by black crack of winter life gripped sinews bark torn ripped split infinity in a sliver of time. ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt: Day Three: Today, I’d like to challenge you to make a “Personal Universal Deck,” and…
A Legacy in Place
We together sit upon the earth in the shadows of a sundial that connects Me to the soil that fed me from the mud patties I fed me with a place that grounded me of a ground that holds family Us under the sun defines place out of it seasons my own by it my…
School-Day Mornings
6:30 — Mom wakes me — I love Mommy and Mommy loves Me 6:31 — Pull the covers over my head and wait for her to remind me at 6:35 6:35 — Reminder 6:36 — Lights are turned on and curtains flung open — sun unfairly attacks my head 6:36 — Pillow over head for…
you remember when
I awoke … Asleep with a weight upon my upper lip and a hush upon my ear. My unconscious mind was struggling with a conscious world of pain the torments and disappointments of my memories tearing at my being. A mother who wept when I was born a father away much of the time and…
… 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…
Sunset
With the waning, the closing of the day I fight to hold onto the dying light Watching sun burn quiet into a star Strength fading from hot white to cold black night Lost in transformation, my faith is found In tranquil treasures of a changing sky Gradients radiance burst hopes aglow Rusted, reborn, recast, regenerates…
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…