Tag: poetry

Poem 20160211

crow6 Comments

like spring
you bring growth in me
burgeoning green shoots
tendrils of pale yellow
reaching for the sun

like summer
you give me the sleepy
hums of insects
the sweet-tart taste of lemonade
and the smell of fresh cut lawns

like autumn
you wrap me in sweaters and coats
you are the gold explosions of leaves
that the wind sets in circular dance

like winter
you give me rest and peace
while darkness overtakes light
still we have this fire
this time, this together

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Edited on 20160214 to remove that last two stanzas to create a new poem with them. See here.

Poem 20160210

crow10 Comments

through these trees
a cold river runs
flowing true
wearing light
bold fish stare holding your gaze
your feet splash–shivers

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Hey, it’s a twofer challenge!

The Secret Keeper
Weekly Writing Prompt #23
(5) Words: | STARE | RIVER | HOLD | TRUE | WEAR |

AND

Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #17: Shadorma
Trees

Poem 20160209b

crow4 Comments

the oxygen is thin
and getting thinner
at this great height

we drift, together
but apart from everything else
and maybe from each other, too

–the earth is a mirror,
you say,
–look how from here the lights
the lights from all the cities
all those billions with their candles
and torches
and upturned hopeful eyes
look how they look like stars

i would laugh if there weren’t
so little air
and i manage to gasp out
as the tank reads zero
and your gloved hand slips from mine
–as above, so below

Poem 20160208

crow

when we spoke
our words ascended, shooting stars
flares in the darkness
fiery angel swords

when we stopped
our words fell, dead metal
plummeting to earth
smoking, cold, and ancient

crashing into mountains
they caused tsunamis
seismic activity that
registered around the world

people hunted for the
icy iron fragments in snow
and found them
heart-shaped and ruined

Poem 20160207

crow3 Comments

this oppressive winter heat
almost eighty and cloudless
has stolen the courage
of the frogs
who croaked to mates
and marked territory
on cooler nights

without the smooth sounding board
of clouds in the evening sky
the frogs keep their peace
we strain to hear their calls
between sparse pockets of cars

could it be that we lost our compass
and wandered south of the equator
or will this false summer
stretch on into real summer
and will we lose a generation of songs
to the heat