In my dream
swollen waves
surge upon the sand,
mount craggy cliffs,
swamp the earth.
Today I look
upon a mirror of
still water.
Beneath the surface
roil sleeping monsters.
Submitted to dVerse Poets’ Pub for Open Link Night. The poem is also a response to Friday’s Poetics…I was late linking up. Thanks to Sheila Moore for the prompt on Water. http://dVersePoets.com
Submitted to SiS’s Daily Haiku Challenge: http://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/p/haiku-challenge.html Today’s theme was an image of eyes.
Mirrors
If eyes are mirrors
do mine reflect love, disdain
apathy perhaps?
Blind
Our eyes cannot see
or grasp all that is divine
so we walk in faith
Cover of Gone with the Wind
I was honored to have this poem featured on Jingle’s Poetry Potluck this week, so now I’m posting it on my blog to feature for One Shot Poetry. Hope you enjoy it.
Gone with a Sigh
Near-winter dampness invades the room,
infects our space, lingers in the air like
twinning wisps of frigid breath and
smoke from your cigarette.
You cannot speak or won’t.
Perhaps you heard me. Maybe not.
Or did you seal your ears against the sound
of my newfound understanding?
By the ice-etched window, quiet still,
you stand, scratching petroglyphs
with your fingernail, eyes fixed on a quail
huddled in the branches of a juniper.
Remembering how I wept
when first I read those words,
(only a girl, I could not comprehend
an ending without joy) I sigh.
And though you do not say them now—
not my dear, nor brutal acclamation,
silence screams across the room. It’s true,
you do not give a damn.
But unlike Rhett, you stay—
a witness to hope’s dying whisper.
You do not stir the embers struggling
to give warmth. Our fireplace goes cold.
Jingle’s Poetry Potluck: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/
One Shot Poetry: http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/
Submitted to Jingle’s Poetry Potluck: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/ I want to thank Amanda and Kavita for inviting me to be this week’s guest poet. I submitted “Gone with a Sigh.” Here’s another one.
Theme: Emotions, Feelings, Moods
Drowning
In my dream
swollen waves
surge upon the sand,
mount craggy cliffs,
swamp the earth.
Today I look
upon a mirror of
still water.
Beneath the surface
roil sleeping monsters.
