hard frost glitters white blankets cover frozen earth icicles ring in crow-black trees and snowflakes intertwine in a gentle minuet Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend-Meditation #10 Fibo-ku winter time In this weekend’s new meditation, our challenge is a special kind of haiku, introduced a few years ago here at CDHK […]
Category: Poems
Blowing his Own Trumpet
Pinocchio’s truthful nose swells and grows with lies but his eyes sink and skies grow black no way back now hijack fake news Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Than Bauk Marian has given us a big challenge with another fussy little form, the Burmese THAN […]
Cyborg Skin – a poem in Visual Verse
Another poem has been included in the December issue, Vol. 5, Chapter 2 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem on page 22 or you can link directly to the poem, entitled ‘Cyborg Skin’.
Giant Shoes
Bits of twig and uprooted willows tangle in hollow bank-side shadows haunted by a mist of winter gnats. Hoar frost sparkles on the slats of rowing boats and canoes, abandoned like a giant’s shoes, the kind you find at the side of a road, dumped without its pair. Bubbles implode in the eddy of a […]
A Sea Witch’s Song
Beach your beauty on the back of storms and bind your spells, pulsating northern lights. You offer songs to the night but are drawn by siren stars. Lured off course without navigation, you fight waves of mass ejection and collide with the shore, exposed to the cosmos: foamy flukes glint in starlight, your songs echo […]
Tapping
Stubborn leaves bristle branches in a whickering wind; frost has finished off apples in the grass – it’s cold enough to light a fire. From the heart of steely winter silence, something hard taps on glass. I check windows, see only winter sky where black bones of twigs scrape at emptiness. Kneeling on the floor […]
Crunch Time
It’s that time again: after the crunch of autumn leaves we face the bite of ice and snow on the bank of the frozen river at the edge of the year. We look across at the future and wonder where we go from here. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
Dry Bones
among chalky calcium bones and stale skeleton exhalations chilled by death’s silent keening he searches for a deeper meaning just the basic element survives no skin, no muscle, tongue or eyes brittle skeleton, skull and teeth and no vitals underneath form and structure linger on long after life’s poetry is gone Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]
No Cinderella
I don’t need to change into a princess or a pumpkin, a glass slipper or a mouse. Poetry does that with its ins and outs of words and rhymes, the ups and downs of stanzas and lines. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Change Paul is our host today […]
Comfort
I shiver in the empty white field, watch as snowflakes melt on my lashes, nibble frozen stalks of grass, icy glass against my chattering teeth. They fall heavy in my hollow gut. The sun’s long up, milky drops through bulky clouds. Crows throw stark shadows in lacy branches that move with the hours until the […]
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