Archive for November, 2014

Chasing the sunset

Posted: November 25, 2014 in default

at http://dversepoets.com/this-is-us/ today we’re stepping into the world of fantasy ~ see how our imaginations are running…

Two shotguns let go
and echo through woods.
A thunderclap of crows
explode from the trees,
flecks of soot
swirling on the breeze.
Gathering their wits
they flap slowly over fields,
drifting low as if flying
is not worth the energy.
and gradually this flock morphs

into dragon smoke.

It catches an air current, writhes
down river, chasing the day
to its flare-out point.
This sinuous darkening cloud,
breathing
stretching
reforming
as it smokes downstream.

Heat draws it on
to the setting sun.
As it reaches the estuary
a glow beats in its heart.
Turns into a flicker,
quickens.

Flames swallow smoke.
Dragon fire blazes,
scorches,
then flares apart.

And a of flock fire birds heads out to sea.

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Piano man of Valletta

Posted: November 19, 2014 in urban poems

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A straw hat tilts over his eyes
and sun weaves
through the square’s umbrellas
to bounce off his white shirt.
In this gentle flare we sip our lattes
and Americanos as he seamlessly
slides through a practiced repertoire
on an upright piano that has lived

in a different age.

And she,
she dances barefoot
outside the Café Cordina
while the hum of our voices
rises and mixes with music,
pigeons, Maltese flags stretching
in a gentle wind.

Looking down on us all
from the wall
of the Casel Del Comun Tesoro
a plaque tells us that
Coleridge worked here for a year

where I am working now

where a thousand poets and writers
have worked in between

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Kes

Posted: November 6, 2014 in nature poems, urban poems

Northern grit glints from his eyes;
they are those of the hawk he gazes at.
All that bolshie bluff evaporates
in a moment.
He confronts a single-minded raptor which
at this point
is dull-eyed.
Switched off.
But the boy with wonder-
consumed vision is lost.
His brash world of
rebellion,
skirmishes,
and rough brotherly cuffs,
thieving,
pissing off teachers,
flicker into a backdrop.
He has engaged the front line of nature.
Tamed and yet untamed.

This is the result of a poetry forum prompt about films, and a still from probably my favourite film

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