Originally posted on Xanku:
Dinner with best friends Such a normal thing to do And yet so strange In wet summer air How to judge humidity: How damp is the mask Early dog walkers Smiling at me with their eyes. My glasses fogged up. Three haiku from the 31 Haiku for July series, pulled for…
Category: Other people’s poems I’ve reblogged
Nothing Short of Dismal
Everything is packed up ready to leave for the last time on a dark and dismal February day as the spring tide roars on the other side of the dunes waiting to devour the coast the fields the villages drown the towns and rampage in the cities and you say “Let’s go to the pub […]
Blackbird – quadrille for dVerse
Originally posted on Sarah writes poems:
My boy has always been a thief – well, not a thief exactly, more like a blackbird – fingers always there nicking a slice of apple or a crumb of cheese bright eyes, cocked head, and then away knowing the first thing stolen was my heart Another quadrille for…
A poem featured at Poets United
Today I am proud to have a boomerang poem featured in Sherry’s ‘Poems of the Week’ at Poets United. It’s one I posted a while ago for one of Sherry’s prompts. It sits between two lovely poems by Toni and Sara. If you’d like to read all three, follow the link below: https://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/05/poems-of-week-boomerang-poems-by-toni.html
it is not as if I kept a list
you know the scene already but I will set it up for you- it was snowing a few days before Christmas and he put his jacket around my shoulders the smell of leather, a memory rose between us in the c… Source: it is not as if I kept a list I so enjoyed this […]
Just So
Originally posted on Oran's Well:
space A turn of line—that’s all—suffices where no cathedral can divine the source of water in the wine. A long wave’s curl just so, wan with sunrise, grey-belled with glow. And the sound: Not the hosanna of the wave’s white crash but the longer glass recede. The perfected line…
Sky Sliver Waiting
Originally posted on Whimsygizmo's Blog:
… Shadow that wily moon. Let’s find a way to make her swoon to something besides this scattered sky, these changing tides. She needs a good spanking, really. A hankering for something other than salt, water; the quiet waning of crescent, the dust of stars. .. I’m hosting…
Magic – A Poem by Max Reif
Originally posted on Poetry Breakfast:
Magic It must be some kind of sorcery, how we all dip into the same alphabet-palette of 26 letters, and one man comes out with word-paintings that create phantoms to fear, while another’s words point to the infinity of the gorgeous sky, and of human possibility. ? ? About the…