Archive for the ‘thought stream’ Category

Dream Foundry

Posted: May 21, 2018 in nature poems, thought stream

At dverse Kim is hosting and has challenged us to write a Quadrille ~ a 44-word poem to include the word ‘rain’

With lilac, rosemary
and birch wood
we set a fire going.
Flames tear at night
reaching for the moon
and sparks rain as if
wanting to become stars,
fire
adding to fire.
That eternal engine,
that foundry
where dreams are
lost,
smelted
and reborn.

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Inheritance

Posted: April 24, 2018 in thought stream

At dverse Kim has asked us to write poem about something in us ~ body or trait ~ that was evident in either parent.

Whipcord veins
layered over
bones,
layered under
cracked
parchment skin.
Thin vice-grip
fingers, almost
perfect nails.
I have your
tiny gold
wristwatch,
engraved
cigarette case,
your family
photo albums,
your hands.

Most of all
your hands.

 

Cold Sweat

Posted: March 12, 2018 in thought stream

At dverse De is hosting and has challenged us to write a Quadrille ~ a 44-word poem to include the word ‘fire’.

It’s so cold he is wondering
why his bones burn.
An iron chill
is stopping the day,
is cracking open river and hills,
is nailing stars to earth,
is slowly freezing the life
out of his thinking, his movement.
Just that distant fire aching inside.

Nerve’s Ending

Posted: February 12, 2018 in thought stream, urban poems

At dverse De is hosting and has challenged us to write a Quadrille ~ a 44-word poem to include the word ‘murmur’!

She hates the dark.
How it closes slowly
like a fist squeezing
out the daylight.

How it murmurs
through her bones
that crack like
fragile sea shells.

How all her words
are icicles shattering
on the ground,
spraying syllables
into a silent night.

Bella Donna

Posted: January 23, 2018 in nature poems, thought stream

At dverse Bjorn is hosting and has challenged us to write a poem about poisonous flowers!

She loves you
she loves you not
she loves
picking petals, crushing leaves
feeding you berries until
your blood’s a deadly
shade of night.
Until you think this love
is not quite right because

your throat is dry
speech is slurred
heart is racing
vision blurred

And yet you still drink in
her every word.

She’s your passion flower
and her dolls eyes
so big and dark
they draw you in
until you cannot move
cannot breath, completely
frozen by her beauty.

She loves you
she loves you not.

Poisonous plants:
Actaea pachypoda: known as doll’s eyes or white baneberry.
Atropa belladonna: known as deadly nightshade or devil’s cherry
Passilfora caerulea: known as passion flower

Note: bella donna is derived from Italian and means beautiful woman because night shade drops were used by them to dilate the pupils of their eyes to make them appear seductive.
Deadly-nightshade

Light In Shadows

Posted: January 15, 2018 in nature poems, thought stream

dverse tonight and it’s Quadrille time when De wants our 44-word poem to include the word ‘bounce’.

We sit and watch the river
break its back over rocks,
catch our breath as light
bounces through fractured
water. Undercurrent shadows
are sucked away downstream.
In those we see times when noise
was closed out and we rested
in the silence of being.