break it down, where the lightfinds the failing fallen,ignited by shadows broken patterns alightwithin the frame’s swollenhollows, flushed with light where geometry’s tightcourse follows peaks and glenswaves will find the shadows in the doorway hope fightsfeeling sorrow takenpast breaking down. The light will flush away the blightburning away brackenigniting the shadows til the fire’s hotContinue reading “Shadows”
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Cimmaron
End of the mountains, the end of the line.Dad used to say “the dead center of town.”The old bones resting here have done their time. Now they gaze out at the prairie, the fineendless grasses wave back. A man could drownin those mountains. He has to hold the line until it breaks, then hold onContinue reading “Cimmaron”
Line Dance
Rhythm jivesto consonantpercussionfoot stomp to the letterkeeping timestaying inline with a heeltoe, and somethingin the hipsdon’t forget to breathe syncopated surprisesprying an extrabeat, a kindof additiveslipped in like asqueezeof lime in a cocktailwhen you need a break make it if chanceasks you for a dancetake it Part of the experience of participating in the 30/30Continue reading “Line Dance”
Kittens
The day begins with energy renewedwhen rising sun peeps between the curtainsa lively cycle has already bloomed In half-light dawn with some yawning, subdued,the dozy moment won’t last, that’s certainsince overnight their energy renewed As soon as those bright eyelids are ungluedrecharged by sleep, ready again for funthe lively cycle re-bursts into bloom Nooks andContinue reading “Kittens”
Can you hear the tales mountains tell?
Listen!In that smoky breaththere are a host of storieswritten in spirit lettersthat masquerade as cloudold stories like old ghostsdrawn up from the root of the world The tales are seeds nowtossed up with creative energyfrom moldy fern on weathered floorto the wind that still blows as itblew long ago when these roundedfurry hills were loftyContinue reading “Can you hear the tales mountains tell?”
A Poetry Marathon!
Friends, I have exciting news! For the month of August, I am taking part in a 30/30 project for Tupelo Press, a non-profit, independent publisher. What does that mean? I’ll be writing, and publishing, a poem-a-day for the entire month, and, in return for the gracious support of the Press, I will be doing myContinue reading “A Poetry Marathon!”
New Project
For National Poetry Month, I labored fiercely over a self-imposed project of writing “letters” to poets using a specific form that I concocted by piecing together a couple of different odes. It was nothing short of a brain buster! I’ll admit I’m glad I finished it, that it’s over, and I can move on toContinue reading “New Project”
Prophecy
ForetoldI told you beforeyou remember that timewe did that thingwell, this is like that No, this is not like that at all Forewarnedyou were told beforeso where are your arms?bare in the winter wind,unguardeddefenses down for the count The news is disarming anyway Remember cracking openthe fortune cookieand reading something tellingon the slip inside:“the bestContinue reading “Prophecy”
Prophet
Prophetic naturesending signals of a changeit’s our choice to seefree will lets us stay asleepfree will lets us take notice At the door: a knockan announcement of a changewaiting for our earsif we choose, we can listenif we choose, we can open Further to yesterday’s post, here I am sharing the Advent poems I’ve putContinue reading “Prophet”
John
The wisest ones are always called crazyratty and preoccupiedpockets full of proclamationsmuttering their way through the crowdwith bits of wilderness stuck behind their ears Possibly he could carry onin that fashion foreverif people didn’t start to listen,gathering with hesitationthat turns to alarmand then convictionaround his street-corner sessions,each day a new ramblingmaking more senseanswering the questionstheyContinue reading “John”
The Poetry Patio 