my feet on the roof, off the ground (20160714)

Marc Chagall [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

lemon
night sky floating
decapitated head
sing and i’ll dance right off this roof
and down

your song
doesn’t interest the cat at all
but my love dances too
past earth’s long curve
to me

——

for
Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #39: Sleep walking

antique lions (20160622)

the light is gone, replaced by gloom
cold water laps my feet unseen
by all but keenest twilight eyes

i linger long before your tomb
antique lions patinaed green
my sole companions of great size

i wait here with them for my doom
above the darkness grows between
the stars wink out so many lies

you said you’d wait while pale you grew
i’ve killed this world to join with you

——

for
Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #36: Drowning leaves/trilonnet
First line: The light is gone…

this summer evening sees no stars (20160603)

this summer evening
sees no stars
set into the night sky

perhaps an eagle took them
on silent wings to line her nest
this summer evening

or the man who cannot shut his eyes
buried them and now he
sees no stars

or rather than theft, is it the rippling
golden expanse of laughter
set into the night sky

——

for
Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #33: Silent cascade

and
The Daily Post
Daily Prompt: Sky

shards (20160526)

molten glass beautifully drawn
long glowing threads and soft blisters
that cool and shrink, now lifeless yawns
drop it–it lives again as shards

young love, stepping so like a fawn
upon new grass under new suns
how quickly shadows strike the dawn
drop it–it lives again as shards

my heart beat once strongly upon
your every glance, you resurrected
it, and you were careful not to
drop it–it lives again as shards

——

Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #32:
Dreaming trees/Kyrielle