In Cold Pursuit
The November wind chased
leaves of late-turning oak
through the puddled parking lot.
Like brown and furry creatures
they skedaddled and skipped
without looking back, and some
took flight like startled birds.
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In Cold Pursuit
The November wind chased
leaves of late-turning oak
through the puddled parking lot.
Like brown and furry creatures
they skedaddled and skipped
without looking back, and some
took flight like startled birds.
Rustic Soul
The other side of loveliness
Lives the brut of chivalry
Doused in inert timeliness
By the berth of reverie.
Where does the portent lead the sylph
That traipses the lip afforded
Of fluttering fens and casual drifts
That the light of days recorded.
These are simple but marvelous images, Auntie. From now on when I see the autumn leaves rise in a gust, I will think of this poem.Quote:
Originally Posted by AuntShecky
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Stippling
Inveterate breezes
braising the bronzing bodies
under a blazing sun
riposting wry penchants for
easy cheer, light ease
Smile bitter flowers
the salt is in the wound
while the thorns bleed
Infinitive Key
mirrored reflections
echoed affectatiously
effecting fervor
but not sharp restless passion,
reduced in mixed parts
rather, as instinct beckons
and precludes reply
Has my love
become a scentless rose
each time I grasp
I feel the thorns
but at least I know
my blood is true.
Muffled Pass
rough rides the gale
battling through the
mysticism of the redwood floor
disturbing no hint of stature
but diffusing a slight resounding echo
in the close dulcet din
observing
return
without
this plywood of fortune
Super Absorbent
They said I was a sponge,
sopping up resources
of parents, siblings, spouse.
I soaked up everything –
what they said
and how they said it,
saving it all for further use.
Want to see?
Just give me a squeeze.
Squeezing you, Auntie, hoping for another of these. I loved it!Quote:
Originally Posted by AuntShecky
Light-hearted
Beautiful
and unloved
Bearable
when ungloved
Dissonant
as a feather
Independent
of the weather
A slow decanter
of privileged means
A tiny dancer
iof intimate scenes.
Quote:
Originally Posted by alakungfu
alakungfu, small, but perfectly perportioned!
here's to the silence
of spring, of rain and flowers
and the sky blooming with clouds
black morning
coffee in hand, I gaze down on
cars aswarm in rain and headlights
an old dog left to mourn
his bewilderment and grief
echo coldly off the cement walls
rich fields deliver
silver meadows soon reflect
choice evening proceeds