Laughing he walks, he runs, now listening to muse,
Jettisons from high mountain.
For: http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/2012/04/poetry-picnic-week-29-art-music-and.html
31 Mar 2012 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: art, muse, music, Part XI, Poetry
Laughing he walks, he runs, now listening to muse,
Jettisons from high mountain.
For: http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/2012/04/poetry-picnic-week-29-art-music-and.html
30 Mar 2012 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Eliana Anthony, Part X, Poetry
Oh high mountain I know,
Your snow-crowned peak, and tree line zigzagg’d floral skirt,
A space in which beauty takes first steps to decay,
Silent, hosannas–soft echoes, ringing only in your caverns,
Recalling now the obscure shapes, the shadows, the torch and types twisted and terse,
A crass and crude bare form, never approaching acme,
He, with soft lies, a man, a wave cresting in sea,
Laughing loud and loud.
29 Mar 2012 10 Comments
in Poetry Tags: Gracie, John 9:6-7, Part IX, Poetry
28 Mar 2012 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Baltimore, Claire Anthony, Part VIII, Poetry
Yes, when the clouds open’d,
And rain fell on the crops of a soil-cover’d man,
On simple soybean so careful sown,
Now wet with water wonderful causing tears.
27 Mar 2012 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Baltimore, Icarus, Part VII, Poetry
Crash! crash! crash!
Crash like wave-friends along Baltimore’s shore;
You fly and you fly till you crash like sky thunder.
26 Mar 2012 2 Comments
in Poetry Tags: Part VI, Virginia
But thousandmiles from winter in the wash of the waves,
But by day under the shine of the sun in warmer weather,
Away from sharp wetness of the waves,
Mind changing from hummings to hummings at night,
I felt, I knew the mountain’s rare earliest name, the sound-off,
The solitary wolf like Virginia.
25 Mar 2012 16 Comments
in 3-5-3, Haiku/Senryu/17 Syllables, Poetry, Word Prompt Tags: Poetry, storm
24 Mar 2012 2 Comments
in Poetry Tags: Part V, Poetry
And then the silence,
Moon-worn gown, billows oh so slight,
In shadow of far-off mount not in the state,
Nor on fair horizon, nor close by,
Nor within day’s walking.
22 Mar 2012 2 Comments
in Poetry Tags: Christine Cruz, Part IV, Poetry
My forever!
Waves crash east, or waves crash west,
Moon be close, or sun be far,
Springs, or rivers from mountains from springs,
Boiling all pasts, keeping no pasts,
While you taste sweet forever.