When a million stars take leave from night duty and arrange themselves on Earth's blackened boughs then you know that tree cries are heard all across this universe we perceive as barren. But tomorrow, when we stand dressed in smoke, completely lost in its ebb and rolling, our asphyxiated wails will vanish quick as bio-luminescence … Continue reading Who Hears the Crying?
Pinkly round, peeking over a frolic of green grass tips a galah's head sails like our planet - the way its unique blue crests space's darkness Bird and I linger flicked by lithe shadows' gauzy streamers. We are both pretending Earth's serenity. Unflappable orbit. Written for Linda's dVerse prompt Quadrille #136 "Let's Linger"
In response to Jewish Young Professional's Anti Self Deprecation post I am going to try and write about five random things I think I am good at... without being self deprecating. That's the challenge. Spelling. I'm not a spelling wiz like those kids on that Netflix documentary who can spell words they've never heard or … Continue reading 5 Things
(It happens sometimes) the shadow arms of trees twine this moon skull finger tight my bones impress contours like my measured length between two unforgiving sheets purple as sleep meanwhile behind my eyelids: rippled water and the bent chaos of refracted light I inhale now the scent of candles’ breezy death this world of wax … Continue reading Gloom
the trees tonight in silky pas de deux turned tips with zephyr’s exotic song but too easily the understudy outshone clouds in pinkest tulle - their brighter, freer stage
from narrow tapered buds the flowers open loose petals free falling their footprints catch tiny puddles exquisitely
pour happy thoughts into your breakfast bowl that summer mayn't dry out hope leaving it on footpaths adrift amongst the stepping stone madness of commuter feet try looking for a moment through the spectrum of flowers petal art by vein they have hearts too open to the sun begging for bees and if they wilt … Continue reading They Have Hearts Too
two lavender flowers in glowing stance this morning’s solar plexus This evening my brother rang. In jest I said "I hope you're ringing to give me an idea for a poem." He responded smilingly (you can tell over the phone) with "Yes, the idea is... the sun orbiting a flower. That's all I can give … Continue reading The Sun Orbiting A Flower
on burgeoning red, this creamy lace antimacassars at grandma’s house photinia flowers
suppose you visit me down here you could discard your mirrors in this unlit cascade this fetish of dirt the rub, the writhe segments and soil the dirt and I we are mutually incorporating - in and out the same simple magnificence Written for Sarah's dVerse prompt "Creepies and Crawlies"