Showing posts with label poetry postcard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry postcard. Show all posts
Serenity
And, all it’s swinging bridges -
Bouncy as a bungee cord.
A place away from loud voices,
Honking car horns, tall buildings.
I want to give you things that heal:
the face of a white tailed deer
pockmarked rocks
babbling streams…
serenity.
Serenity was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
baseball bat
stinging
zinging
flinging
baseball bat is swinging, stinging hands.
player hears the zinging, flinging fans.
baseball bat was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
pencilated
pieces, erased by goats
pleasuring themselves to
packed- mouthfuls of sweet cud.
placed underneath evenings
plafond. New York’s growing,
pencilated poem.
pencilated was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
Three Horses
And the bluegrass,
Sacculated clouds
- twelve lax feet
In the pasture.
Three Horses was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
tuesday shades
beneath a half-naked sun
early Tuesday shades
tuesday shades was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
Secretariat
frolics in dandelion fields
unbridled spirit
Secretariat was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
dragonfly
lands on leafs perimeter
decorative motif
dragonfly was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
surrender
my
body-
long, thin, red.
pale bones creak, alone-
i surrender these phalanges
to azure skies,
susurrus winds,
babbling water,
crooked trees
and your
strong
hands.
surrender was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
fish, barging water
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Naquillity
at
10:37 PM
its brown fins cooled against water,
his eyes bulged from the red sun.
along scaled paths, I sit,
waiting for waves to
tickle my feet.
fish-flops
river…
splash.
fish, barging water was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
thoroughbred horses
time together nose to grass
thoroughbred horses
thoroughbred horses was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
Late Summer Cicada
Pricked me to attention
Where I watched
A late summer cicada
In a depression of
Honey locust branches.
Its tail shook like a
Chemehuevi rattle
As its wings clapped
Friday’s sun into the sky.
Late Summer Cicada was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
bungee
anticipating his turn
bungee jumping... now
bungee was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
7 a.m.
Queen Anne’s Lace is strong.
Beneath this tilting marrow
I hear crickets and katydids
Playing their ode to carrots
For the passing geese-
Gonking, I imagine,
In perfect v formation.
I’ve sit long enough to watch
Whites disperse into greens
While I listen to a passing plane
And, a robin who hushes its drones.
7 a.m. was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
On A Bareback Horse
I watch her wake
Into splintered windcolors.
Memory ends at the barn.
She screams white
Into pale, bruised greens
And trunks four hoof beats
Inside her surging head.
On a bareback horse
I watch her wake.
On A Bareback Horse was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
grasshopper
makes tiny feet take respite
balanced grasshopper
grasshopper was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
horsefly
hacking my car window-
hoping for me to catch
habitual actions
half-mast against the sun,
haggling my zoom to
heighten your large wingspan.
horsefly was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
garter snake
redirect my paced walking
hissing garter snake
garter snake was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
Black- Eyed Susans
From the air-
Twisting it into
Strange birds,
Braiding each wing,
Nested on a field of
Black-Eyed Susans.
I gathered all
This bird’s
Yellow plumage
And plumped my hair
With a crown
Of linked daisies
Today.
Black- Eyed Susans was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
Sextuplets
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We searched the underbelly of tall grasses,
The womb’s dark corridors dilated 10cm.
Perfect, round bodies are extracted.
We cut their umbilical cords. They… winced.
Swathed in nurturing arms
We carry sextuplets inside our home,
Their button- buttons already outies.
We imagine their faces, beautiful fractures,
On Halloween emitting a soft, orange glow.
Written for Postcrossing.
Abbervail Dream
Stands in quotation of barn
And quiet Kentucky shade.
Chaotic rhythms
Pulse the ground- Abbervail Dream
Takes first place at Churchill Downs.
Abbervail Dream was written for a Poetry Postcard project in August.
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