7.28.2019

Summer Storm


I can feel the rain coming
before it arrives
a vibration across my forehead
like a sweet hum
increasing darkness
portending storm after a thick day
maple leaves lift and turn
slender branches of burning bush
stalks of monarda 
black-eyed Susan
sway and bend back and forth
a monarch dashes from milkweed
the breeze smells like the ocean
having traveled 200 miles
and the blessed evening rain comes
comforting like a cold cloth
on my forehead


Kim asked the Toads to pen pastoral poems in the Garden

7.21.2019

Life Under Water


My heart a trinket

tangled and weighted
bobbing at the surface

until a storm levee breaks
surging all rubbish downstream
rendering mine free but drowning


This poem is for Magaly! XOXOX

7.07.2019

Under Cover


The book of poverty
dog-eared with possibility
shines bright as it waits
for stolen moments
its weary reader seeking
an iridescent forgettery
of phantasmal escapery
absorbing responsibility

While a gold-plated volume
pristine and uncracked 
glistens forever
on an oft-dusted shelf
its rapacious protagonists 
static in gross veneer
covering no evidence
of any imagination at all
Chernobog & Belobog by @anarh1a

55 for Kerry’s Art Flash: CHERNOBOG AND BELOBOG
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7.01.2019

Lichen It or Not


Patch of lichen
suggests growth
prosperous
and damply verdant
on the shady side
of my favorite tree

But another patch
suggests thinning
by erosion
to a husk-leaf
dried and holding on
against intrusion


Sharing on the Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden