Clouds
rough fisherman’s hands
haul up the day’s catch under
a mackerel sky
–
circling hawks-
shark skin clouds
promising rain
Category Archives: Chance
Storm
howling in the night
a cold wind pounds on my door
straining the hinges
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black rain-
branches scrape
my darkened window
Homeless
in the stinging rain
waiting by the library
for the doors to open
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sleeping rough-
water from the downspout
soaking his coat
Ethereal
rising from a dream
tasting a memory that’s
almost elusive
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floating-
beholden to the wind
over a rising sun
Escape
under thick brambles
a stream runs through an arch
in an old stone wall
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empty talons-
a chipmunk
avoids its fate
Purchase
children of gaia-
seeking purchase in every
crack in the pavement
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dripping eaves-
english ivy climbs
these old stone walls
Fury
standing on the dock
raising high my glass, toasting
the impending storm
–
rusty hinges-
a garden gate
bangs in the night
Sleep
bone tired and weary
my eyes close and I pray for
the sleep of the dead
–
falling-
engulfed by darkness
deep and dreamless
Journey
exploring the world
starting with the common ground
found beneath my feet
–
fading sunlight-
stone steps
along my path
Snare
trapped in the darkness
never wanting to leave this
beautiful nightmare
–
hoarfrost-
webs frozen
on the moor