There is no bed beneath dreams
Madagascar wove of children reaching
aphrodisiac watermelons, rind ground between
teeth and veins, time whittled
against dagger-thin ribs.
Therein the child sees fingers clasp watermelons
in the rain, whistling as his father
whistles for the matted dog in cassava brush
to clothe itself in their stray hut
from the animal greed of the skyborne vibrance.
Desperation is his dream, where
the little hands roam and bleed seedlings
for every golden drop of nectar
noontide malevolence does not suck
into the sky, away from his naked earth.
Génesis (Photo credit: ‘J’)
Common is the misperception
God broke the Darkness with the Sunlight and the Trees.
More accurate to say the World’s conception
began with Words:
“Let There Be Light” was simply
(Hello all! If there are any Fantasy lovers amongst you poetry people, I would also recommend checking out my announcement from earlier this week. At Faith’s End, the sequel to The Hollow March, has just been published and is now live! Check it out if some of the shiny bits and pieces on this site catch your fancy.)
It is dew I drink
Mere drops of her spirit fall
Yet it is all world.
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!
Photo by Sean McCormick.
It is a rush—world—
Nothing holds not still above the
Colored creations of memory.
Years in the making the foundations
Sound and solid arise yet
Time bleeds into the framework,
The tumble of tumultuous tints tingeing like
Rainbows bursts of blown out washers –
We don’t forget, but the lines they
Blush against the battery of luminescent life –
We color detail till it all seems dreams,
And the world it circles and it sighs
And we’re rolling in the dyes of little lies
Watching change day by day.
Just beware of
* My submission to the latest One Shoot Sunday Photo Prompt, with that lovely barn/grainery shot provided by one Sean McCormick, a Canadian Photographer that is the focus of my latest interview for One Stop. Great guy, with some truly stunning nature photography…it absolutely breathes with life, history, and all the shadows of memories gone before. Have a look when you get the chance, and check out all the other poets inspired by the prompt!
So I learned something valuable yesterday: WordPress does not like Soundslides – no, no it does not.
Attempting to upload the photo essay I made of the Snowpocalypse met with less than desirable success, but I shall see if I can’t work my way around it in the days to come. Where there’s a problem, there’s generally a solution – especially with technology. Might just take a bit of finaygling…
That said, today in honor of that and other frustrations, I give unto you a quick two-liner for all those struggling through the mundane toils of the world. Let’s call it…Epitaph:
Just the tip, said I,
and the world shafted me by and by.
Meanwhile, in the wake of the great snow showers, my friends have taken liberties with the snowy plains of my house and seem to have turned them into a mural. Also started into an underground cave network. Yes, pictures shall follow. Soon, if not today. Perhaps Monday, after tomorrow’s quotes and One Shoot Sunday fun…
Everyone ready for the next photo prompt? We’re engaging a wonderful nature photographer this week named Sean McCormick. I think you’ll enjoy his work very much. Long interview too. We’re thinking of making it a two-parter…extending the One Stop love out for all you happy readers out there. Be sure to check it out.
And to my American friends out there…so, about that Superbowl. All ready for the game?