Unquenchable thirst –
drink from the fountain of wild
yet plain, I remain –
sixty years of repressed fire
shall not be easily quelled.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter. Image my own)
Tag: poetry
Orange
I am orange
fiery as
a sunset
bright as
an Autumn
leaf –
brilliant
in the waning
hours.
(Art my own)
Tragedy (tanka)
Melancoly drags –
one young lovelorn foot stuck in
regret’s muddy path –
ignores what is near, mistakes
what if for what is. Tragic.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter. Image my own)
Cheer For Spring
Cheer growth –
beneath a heavy cloud cover
Canada goose passes
overhead, while I
wander
Wander –
behind a veil of rainy grey
lens poised to capture life –
swallows swoop and
rise up
Rise up –
over rushing waters, branch high,
blackbirds huddle, demand
my attention –
focus
Focus –
reveals newness: buds breaking through,
colours promising that
chilly winds disperse,
cheer growth
Cheer growth –
behind a veil of rainy grey
blackbirds huddle, demand
chilly winds disperse –
cheer growth.
(Cheer for Spring first appeared here April 2019, and is a Garland cinquain. Image my own)
Moon Goddess
The moon,
she follows
tides, brides, shadows
Goddess of the night
an intuitive light
The moon, she listens
to the rhythms
of sighs
(Shameless promotion: This poem is available in poster form at Society6.com. Image differs. Both my own)
Duplicity
How is it I exist
in duplicate
simultaneously?
This divisive self
preoccupied
unforgiving
Facing forward
always looking back
lost in moments
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton. Image my own)
The Car Crash
That time, playing in the muck,
foot emerging without a boot,
hopping and laughing
all the way home…
Then, later, on the bus
the impact of the car
the windshield cracking
like a giant spider
blood all over
the dead lady’s face
All in the past –
sunroof open
kids riding along,
music blaring
But trauma is a spider
Arachne reaching into happy places
and as much as I speed up
to avoid her,
fight to disable
her attack;
she weaves herself new limbs,
begins the onslaught anew
And I am stuck in the mud again
no longer limber enough
to dance my way home in the rain.
(The Car Crash first appeared here in March of 2020. Edited for this version. Image my own.)
Empty Surges
Measured in spoonfuls
progress imperceptible
Still feel the angst of
no-time-to-breathe lifestyle
pressured from within
to get-it-done
spend unavailable resources
ruminating solutions
push against the walls
with little to show
surrender to impotency
and wait for the next surge.
Hurricane
Sister was a hurricane –
destruction her path
Tried to calm, encourage
but her core was damaged
Try to reach her now,
across death’s abyss
understand before
her legacy swallows me.
Snapdragons
Snapdragons transport me
back to Father’s gardens –
the pleasure of pinching
delicate floral lips
Forbidden, was I
tiny feet banished from
tiers of ordered colours –
how he worshipped those rows
Hours spent on knees,
as if in prayer… attention
lavished on nurturing growth
while I shrivelled on sidelines
Longed to dig beside him,
sully my hands and share
his passion, ignorant of
an inner drive to weed
Felt only walls of separation
the coldness of perfection,
so in my wilful way,
I rebelled against taboos
On tiptoe, stepped between
the bobbing arrangements
marred the well-tended soil
and pinched the snapdragons.
(Snapdragons first appeared here in March, 2018. Edited for this edition. Art my own)
