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
Tag: Poetry
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
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
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
Scent of Rain
Scent of Rain Hot breath haunts, lingers in liquid air. Old magic explores the night rhythm of time. Salt of desire, how we growl & devour life’s dirt & dazzle, laugh in the eyes of the sacred. Continue reading Scent of Rain
Talking Poetry & 2nd Quarter Favs
For me, Poetry is like the weather. It comes in a lightning strike, a fully formed flash, or like a hurricane gathering strength and building as it grows. I can’t decide to write a poem. It decides to allow me … Continue reading Talking Poetry & 2nd Quarter Favs
As glasses were raised
we stole away from the table – first you, then me, so as not to invite titters and whispers.The sun was a golden coin melting into smoke kissed mountains, tossing pink confetti into the sky.The evening song of cicadas rose … Continue reading As glasses were raised
