Tag: Tuesday Poetics

Something in the Air

I can feel it. Thereis something in the air,a change in temperature,in the breezeand the trees,that tells me summerwill soon be donningits mourning cloak,while I celebrate,a fiery skipper,the autumn leafwith its lustrous copper.I’ll write a sonnet on a rusty-tipped pagebefore making my autumn pilgrimage. Kim M. Russell, 4th August 2026 Merril is our host for […]

Tiger in a Tropical Storm (Surprised!) 

They brought brushes, paints and canvas,so that he could spend his sacred leisurein the light, truth and happiness of paintinga surprised tiger and other wonders of nature.When I extend my gaze beyond the vivid huesof yellow, orange, red and tropical verdure(I’ve looked and found hardly any blue),I am thrilled by the way Rousseau capturedthe movement […]

Simple Treasures

These I have loved:half-light stealthily tip-toeing through gaps in blinds,mottled with shadows; mist and fog that drifts and creepsfrom field to field, muffling the rumble of traffic on damp streets; hues of leaves clinging tightly to autumn trees, the crunchunderfoot of those already fallen; lacy cobwebs wovenacross garden gates, strung with diamond drops of dew,sparkling […]

From Earth to Sky

Here we are, planted,our feet firmly in the earthtogether with trees and shrubs and flowers and wheat and barley, just as green as shoots,as tethered as roots, untilplucked by unseen hands. In the meantime, look –a long-necked swan overhead,untethered, flying feathered and free and light and wind-borne following instinct,a seasoned flier, untilplucked by unseen hands. […]

Silver

A shimmer of silver poemslights up the map of my heart. I hope they are not tarnishedas they cartwheel and dart across the page, turningfrom platinum to sterling, to a gentle silver mist, thenshadowing in battleship grey until blackened silver letters playand meander into words, form lines, rhymes, stanzas, odes,leading us down lanes and roads, […]

rosary of words

i use words like beads to tellthe stories that haunt methey are          strung on shadows of whati know is                        poetry and the gist of it while you sit and planeach word and line toan accurate death           that’s what you dokilling your words with                                          the sharpness of your newspaper prose             while I am […]

Something Blue

like the small patch of skypeeking through a crack in the clouds or the twinkle in a lover’s eyethat you can pick out in any crowd. Blue like a host of forget-me-nots,a surprise among nettles and long grass. The blue that ties your tongue in knotswhen you remember something from the past. Something small like […]