What is a first glance? A way of saying goodbye. and a threshold enters as much as it leaves. contains as much as it rejects. we work at parting glances, splitting the differences of space and air, a carnival of words, exchanged for fleeting glimpses of a stranger and a desired kiss. caressing fingers that…
Tag: NaPoWriMo
Late Season Pruning
Trellis of his beauty, she— A God, he created her in the image of— [woman, women: bits and pieces] She is his flower garden. He plants his roses, he cultivates. Ivy climbs across her back, wrapping around her sides in formal array. She sobs for his beauty. Irises upon irises, violet. She…
Glimpses of Angels
Her dress is snagged by briars her hair falling down She wears a ring of dandelions like a halo She says I see the bird song and hear time slipping by In town they say she’s crazy I say I tend to agree She frolics naked by the meadow chasing butterflies she dances…
TV
the portal flickers blue light across the room. though you know better, you pass through, unconscious
delicate desperation
Spring pushes through the ground, away the images frozen in my mind. I try not to pin too much on such a delicate season, yet, Spring, you must save me.
Autumn
autumn spreads its back like a calico cat. the trees and grasses blush under its cooling kisses. the night pulls down in lines of blue chasing red, as campfire light bursts embers into the crackling air. the welcome colors pull in around you with the warmth and comfort of your grandmother’s patchwork quilt. I wrote…
In the woods
In the woods, we made peace. A day spent together, a 10-mile hike. Stop to gaze: a herd of deer, in a glade—30, 40, 50? The path washed out by flooding, stuck in the mud, and laughing. The sun kept time overhead: counting out chatter, dreams, secrets, laughter, plans. I remember how you could tell…
summer
grass made green, burned brown. rivulets filled, cracked dry. heat begged, cursed. summer song reaches its crescendo as we sigh welcome to the first cool nights. I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working on entitled Love…
Early Spring Mornnig
periwinkle crowns peek through the melting snow. fog spreads full like a nesting bird on a snowy branch, shivering, shivering. your breath hovers, gray upon gray, making the purple-headed blooms brighter still. I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I…
rainy sunset
daylight smuggles a few more minutes before the setting sun. birds settle their final quarrels as night whispers hello. the patter of rain, a fickle lover, leaves one for the other. I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I…
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