Sunday, June 12, 2016

Scratch and sniff


We rose                        Sun hid
I have smelt                  falling stars
pungent peopled          drapery for day
leaning up                    steadfast
petals out                      rooted repetition
for dew                        digs deep
                   Sinks in
                   (either way).






Painting by Winslow Homer, Woman with a Rose (1879), in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Labels: , , ,

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Justice

It is only with calloused hands that the heavy body can claw and leverage the self upward on the thorny vine of a life without wince and whi...

  • A Quake Among the Giants
    Natures touch is both gentle and fierce. Homo sapiens  trample on her back. The thick skin impossible to pierce. So...
  • Tres (trace)
    Water Today, warm raindrops glass blurs, the blurry glassy, sharp sparkles sugar. Behind Evening, it was good. Leaves all turned into shadow...
  • What lies ahead
    Sun lifting the veil of purple sky- might bronze forge strength pungent as the turned dirt? Thirsting through  exposition, hi...