Summer days cling to,Old maples whispering tales,Recalled over years. The moon kisses sky,Ascending misty midlands,Radiating calm. Crackling logs shatter,Spraying fiery dancers,Fading into dark.
Tag: Closed Form
Poetry that follows pre-established formats and and patterns for lines, syllables, and rhymes.
Sleeping in the midlands
Old cat yawns awake,Sunlight falls warm on the floor,Maybe one hour more.
To Climb the Mountain
I'm crawling upwards,Clawing out the earth to climb,Throwing others down.
Self-Reflections I
Yes, I am a fraud: Covetous and passionate, And yet, dismissive and bored. I am like a child, Who cries and pleads for new toys, And so breaks the ones he has. And so in my fits, My discarded loves grow deep, Even as I grow shallow. How can I accept,The love you tenderly give,When … Continue reading Self-Reflections I
Wounds Arrayed In Time
The river flows, calm, Feeding the bay with pale dreams, Transcending mere time. So the world-weary inn guest, Sneaking out to see, Sunrise between her smoke, Blue-gray on red sky, Sees the same gentle vision, As the old soldier, Red-lacquered and defeated, Dreaming of a peace, If not of body, then mind. Prompt: There is … Continue reading Wounds Arrayed In Time
The Summer Sickness
A hot wind carriesThe ambition of my love,This fever, yet unbroken. This dust on the wind,Clouds the judgment of young fools,And makes us all sick with love.
Another Crocus Poem
A lonely flower,Blooms bright in the snowy field,Like a long night’s dream.
summer’s start in the midlands
Seems summer turned on, An old cat purrs to spite me, I sweat to just groan.
A Yellow Sunhat
The youth brightly smiled,Their well-worn yellow sunhatSpoke of many adventures. For you, I'll endureThe weight of all winter's snow,And the wilting summer's heat.
Stolen Moments
She kissed me lightly, Hidden behind smoky airs, Beneath blood red wines.
Discarded Recollections 