Archive for ‘John.S’

November 19, 2017

Glimpses

by John S

I mix about and silhouette
with spices, airs and colors.
It is jumbled, though – my palette-
perhaps wearisome for others.

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November 11, 2017

Gathered

by John S

The grey blue sky sits somber
till the sun arrives, pink glint and shine
off buildings -faces in the darkened
canopy revealed as blossoms in bouquets.

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October 21, 2017

Landscaping

by John S

In the gardens near my house
the plants and grass are overgrown.
The flowers died a month ago
and nothing has been done.

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September 22, 2017

Eulogy in a Far Away Place

by John S

From so far away, your voice – though faint-
gave us canvas and light and dimensions.
We painted the universe with your eyes.

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September 3, 2017

Crux

by John S

As hills become mountains and the lakes lead to streams,
then writing this poem is more like a scheme

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August 19, 2017

Glow

by John S

When I’ve lit a warming fire,
the blooming flames go licking higher
engulfing piled up timbers-

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August 5, 2017

The last ones

by John S

Where the omegas light
or the zebras graze
coming to a sundown at the end

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July 22, 2017

Alchemy

by John S

Skimilvee this, and jorating us that
around the sculpting parapet.

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July 8, 2017

A part of you

by John S

Emerging in the sleeping dew
with softened morning light,

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June 17, 2017

contained

by John S

she brought me words in ceramic
all polished and glistening,

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June 10, 2017

A thaych from a hayd

by John S

In a thaych from a hayd, in different seldia
sailing and sauntering, lengly along –

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May 27, 2017

Potential

by John S

I’ve seen where the snow melts to rivers,
passing over the cusp of terrain.

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May 14, 2017

Disbelief (a Cento)

by John S

Time does have mercy. But it doesn’t enumerate or wait.
A mother of course goes on setting the table, even if it’s with broken plate

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May 7, 2017

Real

by John S

A real poem may awaken you before dawn
as you watch the shadows scrape away the dark

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April 29, 2017

A careless triolet

by John S

A sudden silence in my wordless voice

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April 23, 2017

Metathesis

by John S

Raw material
thought unneeded and defective
on snows of paper-

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April 15, 2017

Pastel

by John S

Poetry challenge: Easter poem.
.
In springtime, when our love was young
as children frolicking, run ’round and sung
wearing orchid dresses or mallow

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April 8, 2017

Whither

by John S

I wish in sounds that the wind makes
when rustling the leaves in rain, and
shakes, scattered and thrushed.

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April 1, 2017

Puzzled

by John S

The color is at least a brown,
though it shades a bit of red
with purple tones at corners
and the interlocking tab.

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March 26, 2017

Choice Words (Cento)

by John S

Under the wordless sky, come
with loveliness and the icy drouth
of hate –

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March 18, 2017

a sense

by John S

I’ve opined so to watch the sun recede
and stayed as stars emerged and glint to greet.

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March 12, 2017

Pattern

by John S

Going forth from dot to dot,
and lines to sect, and textured plat

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March 4, 2017

Crossroads Eulegy

by John S

The church at the corner
of High Street and Orange
has closed its doors, and will be
torn down.

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February 25, 2017

Hidden

by John S

In praise of pewter and braids –
and time that fills the empty spaces,

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February 18, 2017

Openings

by John S

The picket fence between me
and the road blends and
culminates with symmetry of

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February 4, 2017

Strings

by John S

To string a harp requires some skill,
nimble touches, and a willingness to grasp
and hold resolute while tightening.

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January 28, 2017

Walls and Bridges

by John S

Horizons awaken
and to get there from here one must see

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January 21, 2017

Summer in Chelsea

by John S

There’s a summer in Chelsea,
a lazy, flush sunrise –

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