you make the god you want, not of gold
or even paper, but green-warm earth—hail
it as something gifted from the blue.
what is your church? but this slate blue
mountain, bare slopes, trees brushed soft gold,
solitude, song; or fall’s sharp wind, rain, hail,
snow silence. eyes closed, face lifted to hail
pilgrim thought. no room for guilt in sky’s blue:
if the soul lights, burns ember-gold—
I am. (gold-hail prayer in this blue)
Thanks to Christine for the three tritina words.
nature’s own masterwork
i counted horses, dreamed
taking fields for granted
A new form for me–this is a series of three. Learn about the tilus, see the painting, and join the fun at Jane’s Poetry Challenge #42.
We’ve tried to measure this pit
pace it bit by bit
and examine, and not fear
its black pool. Could we submit
trammel soul to fit—
nothing? For nothing wells here
we slip, fall, fail again; quit
strife for dark (fine grit
of hope chafing deep, unclear)
An asefru for Yeah Write’s June poetry slam.
no plans no
memory we live
on what washes ashore
on wind and cloud-change
under sea-sky limits dissolve
bluegraygreen we forget
no reason no
division we live
alike smooth placid
Jane’s weekly challenge #31 gives us a sparkling beach photo and a selection of atmospheric words.
run at horizon
untested by gravity
the feathers will work
Will Jane believe this was inspired by her weekly challenge? It was.
I tried to take my mind off this hook of always smooth-correct, put together
dedicated caring upright faithful true, unselfish and nice but honest
that shape of trying warps the way a hanger stretches your sweater’s shoulder
so no amount of wash-cold-lay-flat-to-dry will fix it and now I remember
folding away in deep lavender-tucked drawers would be a better bet
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt challenges us to write loooong lines. Poetic Asides prompt is “take off.”
all my voices
Oh, Day 20. Prompt from NaPoWriMo, kennings. Prompt from Poetic Asides, what goes unsaid.