I lost myself
searching for you.
I faded away
on filaments of fog;
I was ephemeral
but you were there
all along: a tall
strong fortress.
Grey walls
forbidding
forboding
forth coming
for nobody seen.
My cloud self
enwraps you,
enclosing us,
and we become
mystery.
Black night around us
you slice into my dream
and I see zinnias:
exploding fireworks,
vivid petals raining down,
Colouring our embrace.
Two horses, white and bay
stand companionably
munching their lunches.
Atop the bay,
upon each vertebrae,
perches a bitty bird,
observing the world:
A small flock aligned
along an equine
telephone line.
The white mare, back bare,
munches, and muses
on popularity’s
winners and losers.
.
.
Coming home from work the other day, I looked into a field and was amused to see this sight. I wish I’d had my camera with me, but since I didn’t, here’s a picture made from words for you. 😉
Summer comes
on breaths of
scent drenched air.
Blossoms,
beaches,
and vibrant beauty
enticing an
inhaled happiness,
beckoning the season of
freedom.
Snail subsisting
in solitary
travel trailer
inhales oily hair.
Magenta imagination
strikes a stuttering sibilance.
This journey is
long,
lingering,
loneliness.
.
.
A poem crafted in a workshop with Gary Gottfriedson at Word on the Lake 2013. (Having a great time! Wish you were here!)
The brief: 10 lines with rich imagery; include senses, an amazing verb, and a colour; avoid clichés.
Shawn L. Bird 