In the Gyre

Image with kind permission by Tracey Grumbach

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Falcons fly
through the gloaming
oscillating double gyres
light and shadow
caught in time

For D Verse Poetics: New view for you

Rich Pickings

Collected talismans
stones, driftwood, shells
somewhere seagulls call
a fisherman has made a catch
rich pickings

Safe Return

Wait, I will return
we shall roll
broken spokes
against the wind
seeking safe haven.

Palimpsest Fragments

I am your palimpsest
illuminated
dragons
holding
lightning rods
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her body
his nectar
a palimpsest
traced
with love’s mark
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They wrote
sounds
of power
over and over
palimpsest prayers
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Scratched train window
screams
passing factories
photographic
palimpsests
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Voices slide
cut betwixt
indentations
floating out
a palimpsest
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Urban palimpsests
bulging
columns
graphics jostle
breathing space

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A page flutters
voices
spinning webs
untold stories
oozing 
palimpsest

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The pavement
beneath my feet
a palimpsest
of ghostly
footsteps

Palimpsest  Fragments series appears in The Poetry Tree, Edition 2
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Titbits

Rain diamonds
sparkle
on her web
natures gesture
abundant
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A misplaced key
he seeks
attention
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Commedia mask
an ant
crawls out
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Barks
rend the air
a spider
mends
her web
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Sky sweats
fiery glow
birds huddle under eaves
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Round raindrops
puddle
mercury and gold
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Small Change

Brazen cloud
pushes the moon sliver
to one side
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Words floured
and battered
then cut into shape
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Veiled in solitude
she restored
her rhythm
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Sharp teeth
bit into her mind
swallowing reason
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She tripped
into a old honey trap
seeking approval
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Negative space
sits pregnant
between words
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Fumes of fairy floss
a candy striped tent
nostalgic dreams
otherwise
a livelihood
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Word cobblers
mend lacunae
unnecessarily
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Icy winds
a tremor
ticket inspectors
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Polar winds
airbrushed crow
I shelter
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Draped
she stands
naked
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She stands nude
completely covered
the artist draws
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Brief case
on a seat
he sighs
with irritation
she sits
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A waft
half remembered
toes stretch
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A Riposte to Envy – Get Dirty

After a dinner conversation about a cultural cynicism and envy, I got inspired to write a series of short poems about getting dirty in a very fundamental way. These are a mud spa for the mind.

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Mud oozes
between my toes
lusciously

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I stroke the clay
into a column
a satisfying squelch
as it rises
rounded
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Up to my elbows
in silky porcelain mud
slipping and slapping

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Up to her neck
in steaming cleansing mud
it found every crevice

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Red clay fingerprints
trace the hidden bones
her ribcage flutters

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Porcelain snail trails
smoothing ribbed belly curves
a tweak for a spout

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Potter’s wheel
tactile
sweet
scent of clay
grounded
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Little Things

She seeks secrets
in his burnt senna eyes
bamboo whispers

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Half a lemon
amber tea
sleeping dog
a rose
and you

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Cinnamon
chilli, cumin
coriander
gently heated
glowing golds

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With a clear gaze
he offers diamond rings
a deceased estate

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my compassion
his violin
I notice

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He brings lists
acrid samples
for conversation

Five Lines May 21 – Saturday afternoon

floating leaves
in dappled light
inside stillness
dogs bark
eager for adventure
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wet paper stretching
gummed down
dreams of cauliflowers
and kings and
flamingo skies
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In a pool of sunlight
whiskers twitching
cat sits on words
playing mouse
with a paintbrush
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nose to tail
snoozing in the dapples
she anticipates
the smell of wet pigments
borne on squirrel hair
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Synthetic hairs
bound with string
glued to wood and metal
ticked like sable
ready to speak

Five Lines May 19 – A Tanka

Shifting bridges
Through the glass of the train
Sprinkles of green whimsy
A blink in the machine
Bring a wry smile