Where waltzing white water bumps and grinds timber The feet of log drivers beat out a tune; Maple leaves fall and are swept down the river To the song of the rapids by the light of the moon. It was under the moon I first waltzed with a log driver; Stepping lightly, he kissed me […]
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
Departure in Pigeon Steps
For five years I’ve watched my mother be consumed by dementia. At first, nothing seemed different about her: she was a little vague and avoided groups of people. Then she forgot how to make a cup of tea, how to eat, how to dress herself. She forgot my name, how to speak and walk. This […]
Finding Death’s Dominion
I have seen death’s dominion On the screen of my television: In the broad light of a September sun, A sky filled with bodies and broken bones. We did go mad to see those planes Annihilate the towers; Once more we are sane, We are dusty flowers Lifting our heads to the rain, Never wanting […]
Boxed in
Creak of ropes melds with creak of trees Bare wooden boxes swing in the breeze Contorted bone and spine are folded in Cubes of splintered wood on naked skin Swinging high amongst leaves and limbs Incarcerated at the furious forest’s whim Open to elements and nature’s powers Punishing heat, cold, wind and showers Revenge is […]
Indecision
Life is a codex Of cinematic Sehnsucht For the perfect past Of twenty-twenty vision, Feinting indecision And fear of a formidable future. While other people’s lives glisten With undiscovered or important Minerals of the moment, I drift between noun And navel-gazing, Unable To choose. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle […]
Some of my Mother is Missing
Lost slippers and kittens, Long ago days on a windy beach, The china owl you gave her, All are out of reach. The smile you remember is missing, A fading smear on her lips; The touch of the hand you are holding Is a mere brush of her fingertips. The photographs that you show her […]
No Tongue
there’s no tongue in their shoes – just holes rain seeps in no bells chime but the message in their eyes is ringing clearly © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found onwww.theguardian.com My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P’s Shadorma and Beyond – September 10, 2016 Thank you, Candy, for filling in for Bastet and Paloma, and […]
Through the eyes of a child
tossed by gusts of wind harlequin leaves swirl and dance a sky full of kites © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille September 7th 2016 tribute to Jane Reichhold This week it’s time (again) for haiku, the smallest and most complex poetry form, which […]
Flying Her Heart
She followed in the wake of her lover’s distant boat, Flying her heart like a kite above waves. She was trying in vain to keep her life afloat, But her heart scraped clouds and was soaked by rain. She was tied by a rope, Her love firmly anchored to a sailor who left her To […]
Lying Awake in the Small Hours
Awake and drenched in moonlight, When sleep has become an oversight, I weather the wizened words of day, Grey ash on my ravelled retinae – All that’s left of a discursive dream, A sanguine, repetitive refrain Tempered by transparent shadows, Models of monochrome lightshows That seem to be the custom In the science known as […]
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