6.30.2019

Safe and Sound


How far will be the thugs,
the tyrants, the knobby despots
of the demilitarized zone 

when comes the last flash,
the end gale, the gaudy finish
to our gold-plated tyranny?

Far enough, but we’ll be right here.


From this morning’s news for Bjorn in the Garden.

6.29.2019

And Then Someone Brings Up The Dreaded Real World


All of this is fragile
smoky sunset
evening coffee
maple leaves in soft breeze
song of whip-poor-will
this delicious feeling

If I look up
the greensuckle sky
floats a warning--

Comfort is fleeting
satisfaction a momentary
result of imagination

Soon enough
lucidity rushes in
to fill the space
between clouds and skull
rendering downtime dreams
impractical again


From Fireblossom’s Word List: GREEN, MOMENTARY, LUCID, RENDERING

6.20.2019

My Lover the Mountain


So often
have I draped my limbs
across this loving mountain
that her granite
is softened by my rocking
her conifers
flattened on one side
from supporting my rest
her maples
reddening early
in anticipation


For Kerry in the Garden: HUMAN/LANDSCAPE INTERACTIONS

6.16.2019

Ponytales


My hair holds stories
tied back loosely
against the chaos
of letting it down
each strand
carrying its own lie
just barely contained

6.08.2019

Mud & Guts


Dead
doe
moments
earlier
scouting for babies
reduced to side-of-the-road mud
& how it all changes for fawns
       watching from the woods


For Just One Word in the Imaginary Garden: MUDDY

6.02.2019

Behind Blue


True
seems useless
musing on blue
when moon and rain
bend the riverway
as she sways
I have mused
on these truths

Now tree
swallows riot
rose bramble
behind fences

And so it seems
out of tune
to go on musing
blue moon truths
the riverway as
she bends and sways
and rain and rain
and rain


For Margaret’s COLOR prompt in the Imaginary Garden