Showing posts with label 3ww. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 3ww. Show all posts
taken away
Labels:
3ww,
cling,
haiku,
murmur,
naquillity,
poesaics,
taken,
taken away
·
as cool water murmurs past
stress taken away
wildflower
Labels:
3ww,
abandon,
fototudes,
gradual,
haiku,
naquillity,
precise,
wildflower
·
a precise red bud
unable to abandon
its gradual blossoms
Written for 3ww though I should have gone with Wordless Wednesday as this is my worst haiku, ever...
Red- Bellied Woodpecker
Labels:
3ww,
fallow,
fototudes,
limit,
naquillity,
poesaics,
red bellied woodpecker,
tanka,
vocal,
woodpecker
·
fallow autumn shares
vocal red- bellied woodpecker
Olivet Church Road-
limit one, while supplies last-
sale ends tomorrow.
hypnotic dandelion
Labels:
3ww,
drip,
hypnotic,
hypnotic dandelion,
naquillity,
poesaics,
sulk,
tanka
·
sulk against a summer wind,
hypnotic dand'lion
... your silver afro, loosed ends
drip frenzied, white fireflies.
Braille
Labels:
3ww,
braille,
carry on tuesday,
fickle,
naquillity,
nove otto,
poesaics,
sparkle,
wrinkle
·
water's fickle surface- beyond,
the sun becomes tie dyed wrinkles,
raised waves of sparkly Braille letters-
those seafaring, pointy setters
frontally scudding with the wind.
you would have understood me
had you waited my fingertips
to chafe your salty collection.
Riverwine
articulating sweet brown sugar
between my toes.
with each restless tabla (drum)
my feet release night's keepsake-
crushed brown grapes
churned into riverwine-
somewhere between black faith
and green, that dangerous hour,
that bruises a molasses wind.
Fetal- Tucked
Labels:
3ww,
birth,
daughter,
dreary,
embrace,
fetal-tucked,
mother,
naquillity,
poesaics,
timid
·
embraced in amniotic fluid
you formed tiny memories
of a mother’s laughter
and a father’s ear acting as
stethoscope against my swelled belly.
you grew viably in a dreary,
black room, fetal-tucked
for nine month’s
waiting to see first signs of
ambient light.
fireworks stung the sky: bruised,
making you timid about your arrival.
when you finally crawled to
the white light I noticed your forehead
was the color of midnight.
Palpable Geometry
Labels:
3ww,
bickers,
fototudes,
naquillity,
nervous,
palpable geometry,
trajectory
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Sunlight metamorphosis into shadow and back again while chasing the wind into nervous green leaves. Their underbelly, slightly upturned, skews the water's reflection into a myriad of trajectories. Its movement reminds me of minnows swimming a swift current.
Evening light swabs cool shadows across a brown shelled snail whose palpable geometry rests on the center vertebrae of a waterlogged branch. My eyes fall there. He's the first I've seen since early childhood.
Tiptoes
Bare feet, hard floor dictate her prose.
She wanders Mammaw's living room.
One foot, left foot, right- look at her
Causing Papaw's blackbird a stir.
She pirouette's to her own tune,
In unperfected time and style
She crosses her stage with a smile-
This growing, six year old, fleshplume.
My poem is based on a childhood memory while visiting my mammaw and papaw.
I Shall Let The Wind
Labels:
3ww,
ache,
difference,
i shall let the wind,
naquillity,
poesaics,
suffer
·
Push thirty two shades of
Red, yellow and orange
From your limb
While watching your
Exposed cambium
Suffer winter's boast.
I shall let the wind
Whiffle, whet each leaf,
As they hasten across
Earthen tones and,
Bare difference to
Stretched green-brown
Landscapes.
I shall let the wind
Ache for a new day
And, fresh new leaves.
Written for 3ww.
wednesday
Labels:
3ww,
effortless,
naquillity,
poesaics,
thrash,
vindictive,
wednesday
·
bleeding the sky blue-gray
to gray-white morning
a cacophony of raindrops
thrash on the back deck.
my eyes seek an unobstructed
view of the rain-
a moth seeking shelter
from the cold, vindictive drops
pelting her spotted brown wings.
time continues to tick
in an effortless circle
as my eyes tock upon
fifteen blackbirds
lined across a tightrope.
they flap away the cold
my hands hold
as I reach to
close the door.
3ww words are in bold.
autumnal trinket
dissolve with fiery zest
autumnal trinket
3ww words are in bold.
favorite t-shirt
Labels:
3ww,
favorite t-shirt,
naquillity,
poesaics,
punch,
t-shirt,
unraveling
·
never felt a sucker punch
unraveling threads
3WW words are in bold.
Abandoned Trestle
Labels:
3ww,
abandoned trestle,
icy,
naquillity,
paused,
poesaics,
train
·
Seattle, Lake Shoreand Eastern Railway
1885- 1896
Snoqualmie Falls
Abandoned Trestle
Seattle, Washington
photo by John Johnson
My eyes linger on
Vintage remnants
Once born against a
Threadbare mountain.
Refurbished land, splintered green
An abandoned trestle
Lies on sutured ground,
Ingrained by parallel seams.
Her aged black skin
Perspiring beneath a creosote sun
Is paused
For a train never sounding
Her intoned whistle.
A sloping north hemisphere
Bestowing icy Snowqualmie Falls,
White spittle dredged my skin.
3WW words are in bold.
Love Letter
Labels:
3ww,
love letter,
naquillity,
poesaics,
sestina
·
Painting courtesy of Stellan K at Hopeless Poet blog.Her ebony hair whittled
From a raven's feather
Cascades her shoulders, full quotation
Like evensong in November
Catching on a dilated sun
Until it falls in thin wisps around her fingertips.
The outline of the letter hides quartered fingertips
In open crags of white storm a solace whittled
Against the equinoctial sun
Those camber words carved with a second feather
Become an erased November
Slumbering in soldered quotation
Her love becomes a bruised quotation
Fielded to her flaccid fingertips
Where tears dry against a canvassed November.
She watches while her whittled
Sanctuary falls against the nevermore feather
Sanctioned by the pneumatic sun.
She allowed the inceptive sun
Time to refrain from guarded quotation
Of indigo sky and tree that feather
Surrounding mountains before she used casual fingertips
To place his forgotten and whittled
Name into parched November
Earth. She caressed the sleeping November
With her hand warm as forgiving sun
Until the subjacent field was whittled
Away from her sight. Then she buried in sandy quotation
His last love letter. Her creased fingertips
Like an obfuscated feather.
She woke to a raven's fallen feather
A keepsake from an edged November
That washed her lithe fingertips
With a glint of mourning sun.
She began her daily quotation,
Tears evicted and whittled.
Her heart his death whittled, empty, broken like tip of a feather
A requisite quotation before grains of earthen November
And ides sun sand through her fingertips.
calligraphy
Labels:
3ww,
calligraphy,
initial,
knock,
naquillity,
pleiades,
poesaics,
weather
·
calved with a knock and
chisel in concrete. A
camber of three letters
certain to weather the
cessation of wind and
chafe hand across its skin.
I tried my hand at a Pleiades today. 3ww words are in bold.
Sandman Lullaby
Labels:
3ww,
caught,
eager,
naquillity,
perfume,
poesaics,
sandman lullaby
·
Tangles in tiny fingers
Entwining mother and baby
In pastime lullaby's.
Sandman arrives half-past midnight
With variegated dreams
Caught in his pocket.
Butterfly wings
And, lightning bug things
Eager to play
Upon watercolor seams.
Laughter's sinuous perfume
Dances into sacculated clouds
Where Sandman takes his bow.
3ww words are in bold.
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