Tagged: poem 7
My Love is Dead
My love is dead! My cries depleted by the gentle down, encased. Clipped wings of once beauteous creatures with my honest tears are traced. My love is dead. I lie defeated. I pull the...
A Collection of Short Poems
Another Angle Wind loops through the rain. Dark, grey, cloudy silence. No more rocks, worms, and twisted corners to battle with. The sky will be blue from another angle. Mist It falls, soft...
Dreams of the Bay
When reminiscing of San Francisco, I think of… Uncharted waters, vivid and crisp Dreaming through a facade in the mist of amber’s rain. Untapped opportunity, thriving from the branches of father time. Leaves of...
Tongue Tied
We all draw from the same pile, Scoop up our words with practiced ease and Feel them time-smoothed, Ringing with the movement of other tongues. They make such varied shapes; Edging out patterns of...
Waiting II
My my, do I miss you Like feet without shoes On a chilled autumn night When on warmth they muse There are few who eschew The pull that you do When further away From...
We Are a Mystery of Becoming
(for Carter) We are a mystery of becoming: obstinate riping of time; capricious tango of biomolecules; the fervent cleavings of a zygote, fated migrations in gastrulas, urge toward organogenesis; discharged into the world a...
Permafrost
Look – I need this Format Replace Tantalize Wrap around this little finger…here Search the memory banks; tumult Flex Gasp Shudder, remember those invitations Folded neatly on the seams…here Slam it forward roll those...
