Blood and Beauty

Picture by and copywrite Rosa Frei.

Sucking at the grains,

the eyes, weather-beaten portals

portray, in absolution,

the sifting sands in hourglass

like B-52 roar, the revelation

of dry ocean repetition,

the ships always setting sail never

finding anything but mirage—

blistered empty wounds

singing long after they have sung,

these eyes, these hands left

to cover blood and beauty.

* My submission to this week’s edition of the One Shoot Sunday Photo Prompt, with this moving bit of portraiture care of Rosa Frei. Check out my interview with her, and join in the poetry fun!

Time Covers All

By Iquanyin Moon, for One Shoot Sunday.

I cannot see you anymore.

 

It ends in solitude,

The salient serration of your survival

Severed all trace of tactile touch—

I reached for you and you recoiled till

Whispers on the lovers’ trail

Turned it all to desert and to dust—

You went alone into the waste.

 

You are naked to me,

Wind-blown wraith wreathed in

Dust—blow, ye wind blow, for you

Are nothing, breaths and breathing

Touch upon the earth and fade away—

Just footsteps sifting in the sand

And Time.

 

Time covers all.

*This poem is a response to the latest of One Stop Poetry’s Sunday Picture Prompt challenges. This week’s featured picture was provided by i-Phoneographer Iquanyin Moon, who I interviewed for this week’s One Shoot Sunday. Check out her wonderful work, her insights, and some great poetry…