Still. Unrumphled. Bobbing slow in whackish troughs. Below in dappled water caves, deep and low, beneath the waves where somnolescent turtle kings, and shining silver clouding darts swim in sudden loops and starts hear the somber manta ray trundle silently away far from light and fright and day.
Read more "Sounds of Silence"Once I thought I saw you in a corner. All I really saw was me, watching others jealously in case they came to steal and say the bestest parts of my own day and make to drive all happiness away. – Soon the corner-me had won and every other single one made quick to leave […]
Read more "Narcissus"That tree, leafing green dead, gray, ungrown just last fall, chirps forth in new song. – – – Photo by Alexey Demidov: https://www.pexels.com
Read more "New Life"Lately, something of your voice has carried across the wide band of stars no one can count, and today the darkness falters in the echoes of it—an ember rising from the fire to quell the night that festers in the dungeons.
Read more "Lantern"Green the dress Raging bright the hair Idling in the wind by yellow roses Eyes stare out. Across the ancient blue. Far gone….away.
Read more "Primary Hopes"In thirty years our lawn could be a mighty forest, grown from our own oak and maple trees that tower above the grass and weeds and freely lend their shadows every hour. This year the babies sprang from dirt– a hundred leafy heads that bend and wobble, hopeful in the wind. I cannot tell how […]
Read more "The Would-Be Forest"Just a little violet in the grass, set to feast on sunshine, drink up rain, meant to bless the wanderers who pass, meant to live and thrive and then to wane. But how the sky could wander wide and free! And how the dirt pressed hard against the root! She tipped and drained the sky; […]
Read more "Greed"Cold and stark, silent, dark bonded atoms: strong as steel— unwilling eager guardian— watchful limestone wheel. – There’s no tread can wake the dead or break the quiet stone. Night creeps in on shameful day; the maker sleeps alone. – Roman dust, silent must guard my stone with wooden spears. Bored and stiff, the coldest […]
Read more "They Rolled a Stone…"Stranded ‘round an ancient Olive tree there wends collected history from lives: the truth that now remains in memory. And here within this garden there survives a tree that lived to feel it’s maker’s touch, that heard the earnest prayers, the shouts the strives the babbing brash that woke the sacred hush, berating godly pleas […]
Read more "The Hour Has Come…"Smash blows. Snaps of breaking waves. Sharp. Short. Blood sport: BLEED . . . See this! Willing hands? Stretched out– NO demands? Gives death. Claims life for these men ? – – – Photo by engin akyurt on Unsplash
Read more "Nails"
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