artist – Page 78 – Words and Feathers

Poem 20160324

March 24, 2016March 24, 2016 crow12 Comments

the woods still sigh, the owls still weep
in the darkness, dark shadows creep
and thoughts of you still fill my head
the fallen trees run black with mold
the silent leaves no longer gold
a sweet, low song fills me with dread
i left you here cold in the ground
with shuttered eyes, you made no sound
yet there you stand, though you are dead

——

Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #23: Nove otto

Happy Early Halloween!

Poem 20160323

March 23, 2016 crow

the fighter wraps his wrists
each tight wind of cloth
a means to focus his rage
down into the hammers
of his hands
he channels the acid
fermenting in his gut
back up into his mouth
where it turns into venom
swirling around the razors
that are his teeth
and his eyes are flames
heat without smoke
so hot that there
will never be ashes

Poem 20160321

March 21, 2016March 21, 2016 crow2 Comments

extruded from my own life
like a play doh snake
i await my new skin
with trepidation

will it be scales this time
or flames
or just ashes

transformation is
always like childbirth
only you’re forcing yourself
out of your own birth canal
–if you have one–
and you’re never really sure
what’s coming
until it’s out

Poem 20160320

March 20, 2016March 20, 2016 crow2 Comments

i want to touch you
with my hands
and then
i want you to touch me

a simple exchange of heat
between two lovers
enough heat
so that we have to
throw off the sheets

Poem 20160319

March 19, 2016 crow8 Comments

musty motel, the bedsprings groan
my suitcase and a broken phone
the voice i hear forever moans
never alone, never alone

my pocket’s full of finger bones
worn smooth like ancient magic stones
guarded by shrouded, cackling crones
shrill monotones, shrill monotones

outside the blackbirds all have flown
inside blossom the seeds i’ve sown
the shadows growl, calls the unknown
a blank headstone, a blank headstone

——
Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #22: Monotetra

Story 20160319

March 19, 2016 crow5 Comments

It is the longest night…
…where the moon has appeared but you have not.

——
hbhatnagar
Two Phrase Story #33

The premise is simple. I provide one phrase every Thursday, an incomplete string of words, and it is up to you to complete it in your own, inimitable way. However you like, taking it in any direction you want.

Poem 20160318

March 18, 2016March 18, 2016 crow3 Comments

our hearts
beat out
the same
rhythm

but mistimed

as if i were from
the past
and you are here
in the present
and we see each other
as ghosts see the living
through a veil or a mist

or as if we boarded
the same train
felt the rattle of the rails
at the same crossings
sat in adjacent seats
my hand on the armrest
where you place your hand
me looking out the window
where you lean your head
fogging it with your breath
the same journey
but on different schedules
different timetables