Fishing
It’s a piss poor smileyou givebehind a barbed wire fenceunder a gulf side skyDo not suppose a hookis embedded in my cheekor that I won’t jumpover the sideleave you wading while Iwhirl * Photo by Charlotte Continue reading Fishing
Category: My Poetry
Sky Smoked
Live ghostlya velvet cloud air lippeddrink warm nights vast & ferociouskiss a fool to brilliancelaugh dirty linger hotshe said, how naked must I be? *** Photo by Paul Wong on Unsplash Continue reading Sky Smoked
Autumn Sky
I was ready to meet the Oracle but she was grumpy and unpredictable tonight, dismissing my almost-poem. I started again and saved a screenshot when she wouldn’t let go of my last word. So, here’s the screenshot and the poem … Continue reading Autumn Sky
All the Days Come ‘Round
All I know of love and life has settled in my bones. Days and years of trial and error, of doing my bestand worst, of getting out of bed then falling back in – all the hours in between rode … Continue reading All the Days Come ‘Round
Push
PushA smear of rustA shot of sweatShadows rip the skyLanguage lathered soars waxed and raw Why whisperWhen you can scream The Oracle (aka Magnetic Poetry Online) stopped cooperating while I was composing. She froze right up and refused to obey. … Continue reading Push
Light Bulbs & Windows
Joy is almost never brilliantlike champagne and starsIt’s steel and concreteand hard things exploredthen danced upon naked * Creative energy compliments of Magnetic Poetry online. Continue reading Light Bulbs & Windows
Conundrums: A Cento
I stood with you,our nightgownsflaring, the smell of dying lilacs drifting. First the air is blue and then it is bluer and then green and thenblack,love is tucked under purple quilts, sad conundrums, under the dearth of too much identity.Desire … Continue reading Conundrums: A Cento
Morning Meditation: A small something
A small something whooshed bymy left ear this morningas my dog & I were walking,the neighborhood quiet as anysunny late summer day can bein a city – but, yes, actuallyit was quiet as though all the neighborsexited in a group … Continue reading Morning Meditation: A small something
Small Death
Small Death melt melike ice in a cool drinklinger like piesteaming in a windowhaunt mean explorer for a fool’ssoft lies *** Words compliments of Magnetic Poetry . Continue reading Small Death
What’s Past is Never Past
What’s Past is Never PastBetween moon and cloudI wander a quietdeep and ancientas mountain mossYou followsweet and lightAn intuitionA murmur With thanks to Magnetic Poetry for the prompt words. Continue reading What’s Past is Never Past
Charlotte Hamrick 