Archive for ‘John.S’

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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January 14, 2017

Reduction

by John S

He sees her wilting coriander
advancing ice and winter weather

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January 7, 2017

Thoughts on epiphany

by John S

I have decided that music
bears witness to the scenery around us.

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January 2, 2017

balmy

by John S

When indespant and lonse,
the words open up
and breathe on me
barthey verses, to which I’m wont.

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December 31, 2016

A question, in advance

by John S

It sings itself, doesn’t it?
the song about love and hope-
the one about couples, and snowfall and candles
familiar lyrics and trope.

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December 23, 2016

A Christmas Card

by John S

Poetry challenge: Christmas Poem.

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Paper greetings, printed in opaque black,
swirled with ochre tones – and embossed
with tinsel and glare.

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December 18, 2016

eau

by John S

a fragrant voice,
a merging sound
to gather yellow, red and crowned

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December 10, 2016

Concomitant

by John S

There is a slight twinkle
near the sun, and it brings a magic notion

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December 3, 2016

May to December: A Letter Poem

by John S

Dear Celia,

The weather has turned again, with its gray entrenchments.

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November 22, 2016

Is she

by John S

It is hollow sounding
once struck-
then resonant, tones

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November 18, 2016

Segues

by John S

Heading south, I hurried the darkened morning
behind me, and enveloped the sky-

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November 5, 2016

spirals

by John S

I followed the twisting branch
of the hazel tree, from the end
contorting me through its bends and corkscrew

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October 23, 2016

Preparations

by John S

When I prepare the yard for winter,
the time when all is stark and lost,
the dead have wilted, scruff and ragged –
and I remove the chaff and croft.

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October 16, 2016

Something, about very

by John S

As if it is more than she first breathed,
a life beyond the ocean’s crest
or past the highest tree.

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October 9, 2016

Passage

by John S

October leaves me in thatches,
between the warm beaches
and pale wintered branches.

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October 1, 2016

Building

by John S

Knocking about the blue Mylanta bottles
we built forts and cities
in the shadow of a giant.

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September 25, 2016

the last

by John S

As it happens, I get lost in the sky
where sunsets stroll away.

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September 11, 2016

the creation of a rain storm

by John S

Beyond the clouds
the red flame torrent ranged
from feature to embellishment.
The recall of a wind stroke
in the waning moments of August.

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September 1, 2016

present perfect

by John S

I do not wish to know

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August 27, 2016

I find it in the feet of bell tones

by John S

I find it in the feet of bell tones,
after sorbing the sound as struck and deep.

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