Thursday, September 27, 2012

Yet They Drop

Stars are dropping thick as stones into the twiggy
Picket of trees whose silhouette is darker
and from all selfsubtracting hugely doom
treasures of reeking innocence are born
Inspect the colder distances, the far
Escape of your whole universe to night;
That watch the moon's blue craters, shadowy crust,
Ballooned in ghostly earnest on your sight
It is your hope that you will know the end
The woods are a well. The stars drop silently.

*Words and evoked images borrowed from Sylvia Plath, e.e. cummings, and Edgar Bowers.

Written for dVerse Poets where Samual Peralta has us mixing others' words with Form For All: Collage and the Art of Cento. Great Fun!

Saturday, September 22, 2012


A wistful song
for a leaf that begins to shake
against the cold
the light that begins to fade
holding, with thirst, the twilight of day
the bringer of silence
in perfect harmony
as the seasons meet
a hush of air that crawls with scattered leaves
our spirits
in balanced order,
on this night
through a crease in change

Happy Autumn Equinox!

Shared at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Open Link Monday.

Sunday, September 16, 2012


Who are we
the ones that fall quietly from the sky
hang from thistle string
in our luxury
know nothing of the havoc 
below the light

Poetry for the Firefly Jar for The Sunday Challenge at Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads. 

Monday, September 3, 2012

Apple Eyes

I listened to his story
about the time when
he planted his sight
underneath a locust tree
covered the hole
a feckless cure
his vision, entangling
the roots of the tree
he offered me a view
of rapture and ecstasy
and a pair of stars
to sew into my own
he said that he would hallow it out
and feed me from it
a bowl of fish, evolving
into a flowering moon, he lives without
they told me to flee in haste, to
mistrust his infallible word
his animus, to swallow you blind
I shuttered at the thought of him
losing his ariel mind
I listened to the others
waited too long
his gazing eye
lost to the music inside the sphere
I watered the soil
with my own tears
for the man who was
cast into this world
with apple eyes

Inspired by Shawna's Poetic Words list
Shared at dVerse Poets Open Link Night

Saturday, September 1, 2012


In the time of milk shadows
she walks down a crooked lane
from the inner trails of her womb
coughing out a breeze
that was once lost in
the changing of seeds
velvet red girl from woolly moss roots
her cry that seizes to burn
a fist for the free
anarchical in her dreams
up, onto the other side
the calm before the fire
underneath a voluptuous moon
spreading the blooms in breaking through
and I want her fire, too

Written for dVerse Poetic in the exploration of rebellious art.