Archive for ‘sc0pic’

May 19, 2014

The Oldest Word

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Wind speaks to leaves overhead
Each leaf tells the next
Conversation overheard
Speaking the same hushing word
Shhh

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April 26, 2014

Capacity

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Distractions internal
Smudging the lens
Distractions abound-
Focus killed

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April 21, 2014

Floral

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Tulips

 

Petals rich, lemon and crimson
Curled and curved and poised for lust
Withstand the winds and rains of April
Powdered lightly in pollen dust

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April 15, 2014

Night Oil

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In a churning rolling pool
Of black oil and oil rainbow refractions
Nightmares boil through the fluid

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April 13, 2014

Allowing

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Windows open
Allowing
Permeation of odors, grey light,
Rumbles of morning thunder
Exhaled plight

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April 2, 2014

The Boy and the Old Ocean

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The trust I had in you,
Misguided
Was a stranger to your pull
In your sparkling waves
Delighted
Your will so powerful

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April 1, 2014

Eraser Crumbs

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Poetry Challenge: Free verse

Eraser crumbs
Like shaven stubble
Swept up to the edge
Piling high
As the mercury rises

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March 22, 2014

A Day Like Today

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I remember when
The field was cleared
A subdivision expansion

Where destruction and construction met
Fields of mud and rock
Unsupervised machinery

It was a day like today

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March 20, 2014

Little Light

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With all the potential
For becoming spoiled,
Pure at heart she has stayed

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March 18, 2014

The Clown Fire Brigade

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The clown fire brigade
Is poised at the ready
Plywood flames rattle to and fro
Ten clowns in all
Each donning chief’s hats
And high rubber boots for show

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March 15, 2014

Collecting Dust and Spite

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Old and glamorous
The antique machine
Sits idle, and off
Unused in the warehouse
It possesses the long forgotten mating
Of form and function

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March 13, 2014

In the Creek Bed

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Late winter, dry creek bed
Scattered and shattered disks of shale and limestone
The crunch of light boot-steps
Children lost in the archeological magic
A welcome respite from the carpet and tile, the processed and humanized
Inhale the echoes of ancient ocean floors, waters long since refrozen and revoked

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March 8, 2014

Too Long

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It had been too long
Too long since I let it out, let it drain, let it move
Digitized, quantized, cold and calculating
Took up the charcoal
Brought it to page

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March 6, 2014

Lips to Air

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Language falling, lilting, tilting
Language dripping
From the teeth

Language hunting, language courting
Language waiting
Have a seat

Words disguised, described as something
Words disguised
A wolf in mask

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March 1, 2014

Smells of Smoke

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An elevator
A parking garage
For the beach

Broken glass
Broken birds
Corrugated floor

Smells of smoke
The kind that only
Surrounds the homeless

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February 24, 2014

I Could Breathe Gold

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Last night I dreamed
I could play
The trumpet like Miles Davis

Molten gold
Poured like smoke
From my lips

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February 20, 2014

Nectar

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There’s a lie
Behind each face
And each one carries
A vivid grave
To civilize
Is to blanket the truth
To communicate
Is to find the root

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February 17, 2014

Boy

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Boy
Set adrift
In an ocean
Hair and thoughts of flotsam and jetsam,

Boy
Wrapped in olive swaths of silk
Espresso eyes full of woe
A mouth that cannot keep pace
With a mind that has no limits

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February 13, 2014

That Song

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That song
That song
Frequency increasing
Taunts my waking hours
Taunts me in my sleep

That song
That song
That you and I both loved
Pulls me back on good days
Pulls my back to you

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February 6, 2014

Dragging

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Focus, dwindling. Straining. Lost.
Whose hands are these, with knuckles worn?
Whose lines are these, around red eyes?
Shifting in your seat, itching scalp, twitching cheek
To stay awake, reject the dream.

Wearing lament like a disease
A sick and feeble dragging creature
So close to the ground and now,
Pulling harder ever still.
Pining warmth and nimble skill

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February 2, 2014

Luna, Luna

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Luna, Luna
Silver, Blue,
Pouring, Spilling your skirt of light
Down on all, willing or not

Luna, Luna,
Harsh, Cold
Fields kept open for longer hours?
Casting the shadows of childhood fears?
Keeping roused the restless?
Exposing the mischievous?

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February 2, 2014

It Brings a Silence

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When, cold and pallid,
the down is dusted lightly over everything,
it brings a silence along with it.
It dignifies the scattered signs of death.

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