Breath of Change
Chill Autumn sings its siren songs,
that cruelly steal away my breath,
to hover where it bare belongs,
in misty shrouds of summer’s death.
The winds of change feel bitter … Read the rest...
Tagged with: Life
Author: John Charnley
Wildflowers
I was a city girl; you were a country boy,
who lassoed me, with polite yes ma’ams
and not so polite passion.
I traded Dior for blue jeans,
nightlife for … Read the rest...
With a Smile
The blushing morning flashed her poesy smile,
seduced me, beckoning through my windows.
Come, leave your worn out shoes and woes awhile
to dance in rhythm with verdant meadows.
Rejoice … Read the rest...
Bubble Gum Cigars
A six year old girl with quarters to spend,
from magic riches tooth fairies bequeath,
I hounded grandpa until he gave in,
entreating sympathy for missing teeth.
We headed to … Read the rest...
The Prima
reborn
tiptoes over snow
melting it’s heart
pirouettes on
balmy breezes
among adoring fronds
flowers shower
earth applauds
Spring’s recital
Toes in Sand
toes in sand
sun kissed sighs
hat in hand
gentle tides fall and rise
angry heels
deadline dues
trading deals
a tempest blackly brews
hurricane
with two eyed
white screen … Read the rest...
Warrior Woman
The goddess glanced at the dragon,
and said, beast, you don’t stand a chance.
I’ve explosive jelly,
nitro in my belly,
I’ve slayed meaner creeps with a glance.
Go fly … Read the rest...
Tagged with: Life
Young Girl Swings
young girl swings
to cricket’s serenade
gray hair flies
on summer evening breeze
Cardboard Box Man
Old captain’s blown off course in wintry sea;
too tired to swim,
his future’s dim,
a desperate man drowning helplessly.
He’s useless driftwood, bobbing with the tide;
the current’s strong,… Read the rest...
Father
You had shadows beneath sunshine,
always a jigsaw mystery,
off to meet a deadline,
with little time for me.
As wintry flakes upon my tongue,
you were magical, elusive.
And … Read the rest...
Oak
feet firmly rooted on the hilltop
gazing over blooming fields of green
thrush clutched to her bosom
silver spider silk weaving hair
bearing the scars of lightning
with names carved … Read the rest...
On The Beach
The sun sinks into the sea
on his evening suicide dive
waves bleed carmine
pummeling the shore
A lone gull laments
my night terrors
of one small set of prints… Read the rest...
Tagged with: Dark
Water
*trees
supple willows sway
tickling her with breezy hair
giggling, she skips stones
*sea
she rushes headlong
towards the tide’s siren call
fearlessly falling
*sun
under his hot gaze
eyes … Read the rest...
Escape
At the end of day
the misty spray
of garden sprinklers
takes me away
to a green screen
with herbs bathing
pansies’ wet pants
trees with teardrops
weeping wild weeds… Read the rest...
Tagged with: Humor
Nostalgic November
Sweet, nostalgic November…
poignant, childhood memories
of blustery, biting winds
cold red nose, smiling rosy cheeks
brilliant, swirling, falling leaves
that crunched beneath my feet
Blowing out a misty breath,… Read the rest...
Chewing The Fat
My knees are creaky;
my faucet’s leaky.
In my mind, I’m a smoking hot chick.
I remember when,
I would wow the men,
How and when did my middle get … Read the rest...
Tagged with: Humor
Unraveling
Often in dreams, she comes to me,
with memories and poetry,
my muse, unraveling at the seams…
She comes to me, often in dreams
On sleepless nights, she walks with … Read the rest...
Tagged with: Form Poetry
Solstice Song
The longest languid solstice days
hum lullabies in purple haze
of childhood days in sparkling spray,
of rainbows made by sprinkler play.
With melodies of barbecues,
‘neath azure skies that … Read the rest...
UFOS
There are winged creatures,
flying freely in space,
who’ve invaded my home
and flown in my face.
Almost microscopic,
these small procreators,
who land in my wine,
are crafty, pantry … Read the rest...
Tagged with: Humor
One Toe Tapping
She rocks, back, forth,
one toe tapping
on the porch planks
to the beat of rain.
She rocks back, forth
in screaming silence.
Her bed is long made.
Her chores … Read the rest...
Pinched Too Tight
On days when high heels pinch too tight
when sleepless nights bring no respite,
when life’s defined by dirty socks,
when morning larks are drowned by clocks,
I’ll have a … Read the rest...
Tagged with: Humor
Kicking up Stones
The white picket fence sags
resigned, grey
bright, bobbing gardens shriveled
to hide in parched beds
chickens ceased scratching
dogs stopped chasing
creek bullfrogs quit courting
dry, dirty dustdevils
keep … Read the rest...
Temperamental
tranquil
she flows
beckons
bring your pole
strip off your clothes
swan dive
audacious
she tumbles
with wild abandon
get wet
bring a life vest
jump in
angry
she swells… Read the rest...
Dandelion Seeds
A squirrel-like hoarder
the shelves bulge, hinges creak,
overstuffed drawers waterfall
in sunset pools of sappy sentiment
pinching odd moments tightly
between grey thumb and finger
for examination, repeat memorization… Read the rest...