Tap water’s surface with trembling, outstretched hands and dive in. Not yesterday’s blood red sunset, carving fear across the horizon, or reassurance of tomorrows wrapped in fleece comfort, but the moment of inertia, submerging through surface tension, first ripples spiderwebbing, bubbling with life. It’s time for another W3 prompt (Wea’ve Written Weekly) at the Skeptic’sContinue reading “New Beginnings”
Tag Archives: Poetry
Daydreamers
Cast off into adorable wonder free for a moment from the mysteries of plagues and missing friends and mom’s missing hair. Open starry eyes under chilled sunshine meandering through streams and chiseling dreams from sandstone pebbles and bleached birch limbs and moon-rinsed earth. This week’s W3 prompt over at the Skeptic’s Kaddish is from MichelleContinue reading “Daydreamers”
Poem: Waterfall Music
We part the trees at Pattison Park, brave craggy ledges of stone to where the rush of sound grows stark sending sprays of water through overgrown brush. Manitou Falls: wailing water forks and plunges boldly, scurrying down, down to the sandstone Black River gorge, cast under freckled shade to tree-strewn temporary home; to far-off worldsContinue reading “Poem: Waterfall Music”
Poem: Stubborn
Burrow your feet in hitching anchors to rocks, twisting roots within secure against the odds. Small and frail you begin, yet you grow among the copse: until you rise above the din, until you’ve bested every fraud.
Poem: Ways of Seeing
Maybe some sovereign ellipses, bracketing the earth’s brilliance, mounting unlimited power. Maybe Ares’ spear and shield, his rights chariot-ridden through clouds under his father’s thunderbolts. Maybe drops of ice crystals, floating suspended in the sky, whispering back to trace damp earth. Today, I’m participating in David’s W3 prompt over at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. Today’s promptContinue reading “Poem: Ways of Seeing”
Poem: In the swamp
Ripples in dark water tasting wood’s groovy edges pulling limbs in farther past grassy trail ledges through heathered shadows under muddied reflections hear the frogs croak and bellow hear the echo’s misdirection I’m responding to another W3 prompt today, hosted by David at The Skeptic’s Kaddish. The criteria this week was provided by Kunjal atContinue reading “Poem: In the swamp”
Poem: Work in Progress
Family: work in progress. Like tree branches arching, you will grow: the forks you choose for each limb unknown until you reach the intersecting valleys, relying on gentle hands and histories. Father’s journey: tapestry of mysteries; Mother’s stories: secreted into galleries. All life’s answers unneeded to go. Love, dirt, and time; our truth will follow.Continue reading “Poem: Work in Progress”
Poem: Trust
floating forward, strewn over nature’s reckless path, guarding my own heart like so many fragile blooms beaming lilac into love
Poem: Drifting Together
Today we hold your hand present in this moment; time is only grains of sand until we embrace its lament. The river metaphor is overdone, but watch its waves regardless, learn love from the passing sun. Gather strength as moments pass beyond our circadian thought: together, we read this scale of land, repair the bridgeContinue reading “Poem: Drifting Together”
Poem: Steadfast Friend
open lemon palms clasping secrets in shadow more than just a weed orbiting luscious blossoms cast my gentle color wheel Today’s #TankaTuesday Challenge asks writers to reflect on the theme “useful”. Dandelions may have a bad reputation, but they always remind me of a quiet, dependable friend: returning loyally to familiar places, sharing memories, smilingContinue reading “Poem: Steadfast Friend”
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