Category: Poems

Readings and Such Matters

crow

So,  in this post, I asked some of you to pick a poem for me to read, and some of you did. And I do very much appreciate it. I had three poems suggested and I’ve recorded all three. I will post one tomorrow.

I will post the second IF I can get somebody else to post a link to the August Open Mic post.

I will post the third IF I can get a second somebody else to post a link to the August Open Mic post.

And so on. I’ll go back and eve re-read some of my old posts, as debilitating as that may be, and scrounge up one reading for every post that you, dear poets, link to on your own sites.

Come on, make me work. Make me dance like your puppet. I like it!

on top (20160811)

crow2 Comments

it was all there on the surface
visible and tangible
sticking to your fingers like tar
smelling slightly rancid
betty’s batter made bitter by bad butter
/that’s a joke, son/
while it floated there
on top
a clever film nearly invisible
aside from its oilslick rainbow sheen
you tried to look beneath
but really
there’s no such thing as depth
no still waters running deeply
what you see is what you get
just a caul to wrap around my head
and the wise women ward off
the evil eye
whenever i enter the room

—–

for
The Daily Post
Daily Prompt: Surface

trilune (20160810)

crow14 Comments

looking in your eyes i can measure
how much distance has grown between us
you took such care in planting the seeds

you split my bones with all your regrets
wiped me from your shoe like something foul
driven mad like apocalypse steeds

and now–i’m dust, some blood, little else
mere memory of a summer breeze
shadow moon your tide no longer heeds

——

for
Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #43: Trilune

shed skins (20160807)

crow5 Comments

the eucalyptus has shed
its bark
now a smooth white
shushing like sandpaper
under my palm

it stretches fifty feet or more
and twists as it grows
a split the width of my finger
the length of my forearm
rises up the trunk

how simple it seems
to grow this way
add a ring
lose some skin
start over each year
praying for rain
and easy winds