Archive for ‘John.S’

April 22, 2018

Caves

by John S

I never said much, but always wished more.

I often walked far, yet attended to less –

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April 14, 2018

Analog

by John S

It’s at times like this,
when morning slides across in its straw-yellow light –
that I am slow enticed to rise
and invite the day into my life.

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April 8, 2018

Cobblestones

by John S

We played as we hopped on a path made of cobblestones,
working to miss tripping up on the wobbly ones-
teetering remnants of geological dawn.

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March 25, 2018

Dyad

by John S

It’s careful planning
in open seasons,
speeding on the highway-
none are most enchanting
than sultry evenings.

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March 17, 2018

Interval: A Cento

by John S

I was asking myself:
will I be like this? How will I manage?

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March 10, 2018

Layering

by John S

First, lay down a crumble of moments in a dish,
childhood memories and first visions evoked –
if you have them – mix them with a butter
sauce of retention.

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February 25, 2018

heaven

by John S

Someday, I’ll walk in the valley
and see the high hills that surround me

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February 11, 2018

Soundly

by John S

An artless man dreams no dream,
writes no poem, cannot scheme.

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February 4, 2018

Veritas

by John S

This poem was born of a phrase,
its stem and budding promise

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January 28, 2018

Walkways

by John S

The hollow sound of steps on concrete
as I move through quiet halls,
walking with a mood of purpose,
striding forward without pall.

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January 20, 2018

In wandering and being inspired

by John S

I jump over waves in the wind, now thinned-
causing a splash on descent, and the water imbues.

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January 1, 2018

Scale

by John S

I step to the side of a ladder
and look up the beams to ascend –

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December 9, 2017

Quench

by John S

Most times it is a crumpled ball,
this sheet of words, intact and small –

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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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