a black purse of sky
unclasped and spilling silver
I hold out my hands
(this small poem previously appeared in the now defunct publication, VerseWrights - TS Poetry maintains an archive of poems published in the journal)
Showing posts with label VerseWrights. Show all posts
Showing posts with label VerseWrights. Show all posts
Saturday, November 10, 2018
Sunday, February 04, 2018
VerseWrights, 2017
Haiku Sequence (individual poems previously appeared in Brass Bell)
Seasons
wisteria
we step in puddles
of confetti
the hum of bees
I know every word
by heart
the bleached husk
of a small crayfish
summer wanes
ice skating
on a bluebird day
our winged feet
Thursday, November 09, 2017
VerseWrights, 2017
Haiku Sequence (individual poems previously appeared in Brass Bell)
Sisters
first chemo
a yellow leaf caught
in her hair
day moon
(dis)appearing
sister's thin face
squash blossom
creases form between
her brows
fingerprints
on yellowed recipes
she is here, still
planting a Three Sisters garden we remember you
Friday, October 06, 2017
VerseWrights, 2017
Haiku Sequences (individual poems previously appeared in Brass Bell)
Unfolding
CT scan
will I emerge
a butterfly
folding unfolding the origami of monarch butterflies
Birds
we hover around our mother hummingbirds
sunrise sunflower heads dangling a charm of finches
waxwings again not enough berries for jam
winter bird am I the only one who knows your song
Friday, December 23, 2016
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Saturday, April 23, 2016
Saturday, January 23, 2016
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Monday, July 20, 2015
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
VerseWrights, June 2013
geese unzip the sky
a snowflake trembles
on your eyelashes
listening deeply
to the poetry of trees
I become a leaf
a desecration
of toxic algae blooming
we, the gardeners
at dock's end
a yellow ladder
steps in sky
dog nails on hardwood
waken us as four a.m.
a mouse in my shoe
the drowning trees
their driftwood bones
rise up
a black purse of sky
unclasped and spilling silver
I hold out my hands
a snowflake trembles
on your eyelashes
listening deeply
to the poetry of trees
I become a leaf
a desecration
of toxic algae blooming
we, the gardeners
at dock's end
a yellow ladder
steps in sky
dog nails on hardwood
waken us as four a.m.
a mouse in my shoe
the drowning trees
their driftwood bones
rise up
a black purse of sky
unclasped and spilling silver
I hold out my hands
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