Predator in fur
Come to lavish affection
Upon the chosen… for now.
Predator in fur
Come to lavish affection
Upon the chosen… for now.
Beneath frozen twigs
Vigorous roots lie in wait
To erupt in verdant rage
Poking with a stick
The last smoldering remains
Of a great conflagration
Pouring water out
And despite a pouring spout
I still can’t hit the target
Green and purple veils
Flowing down from the heavens
Divine plasma evident
Shloophing through the sands
Each shlooph inducing terror
The Camels are returning
Standing on the bluff
Fierce winds raging in my face
Pushing me back from the brink
Crows call raucously
From fence and eave and tree branch.
Welcoming, I fear them not.
Endless breakers pound
Equally unending strands
Regardless of our witness
Monolithic cube
Perfect in all dimensions
Ready for the builder’s use
Consuming darkness
Swallows swaying sunflowers
Thunder rumbles from the east.
A young man, bandaged,
Weary, ‘neith contorted skies;
His wounds not self-inflicted.
A Mondoesque Exquisite Corpse-
…….
Without attention
Daylight hours slowly stretch
Soon enough spring will arrive
~
Ignore all this talk
Of stretching days; coming Spring
Down under summer rains pour.
~
Yet, around a bend,
there stands a temperate forest
Seeming almost season-less
~
Where fern Fiddleheads
Gaily sway as fat raindrops
Fall to quench the dry Earth’s thirst.
~
Careful balances.
Each depends on another.
Changing one affects us all.
…….
This poem is a shared work created by several different people. The first poet wrote the first three lines then sent the last line to the next poet and so forth until all had finished. All elements were submitted to me and I stitched them together into a singular work. Please forgive the imperfect mess of the fit! It is an artifact of obscured creativity! Many thanks to the various contributors! I hope you enjoyed the process!
Ribbons at sunrise
Glowing with internal light
Dance in divine panoply