Brume Poems - Poems about Brume

...Like an old cat stretching her limbs in the sunlight Warmth seeping through knots in her gnarled hands and sShe sits on a paisley chair in front of the East window welling in her stiff knees Pre......Read the rest...

...This was last Christmas - 39 days ago - doesn’t that seem like ancient history? We were in Lisa’s (parent’s) 50th floor flat, in Manhattan. It was mid-morning, we’d done the present thing, and it......Read the rest...

... bam … the thought explodes - a tritium fusion reaction of epiphany engulfing my every concern knocking me on my bloated ego … I have swum your gaze a hundred hundred times and more … I ha......Read the rest...

... I blundered … through the dark forest - I knew where I was headed though I’d lost the trail many hours hence but darkness had now fallen and my face and arms were etched red from my many st......Read the rest...

...He puffs in the nightly brume His noctambulous proclivity He calls it, a force of habit Something automatic Tonight is especially morbid Atrabilious even As he hunches gaunt Over her headstone......Read the rest...

...Snipe and Curlew are skating on the mist they sing of the water that sky-water which sways to their songs. Flat is this land with no coastal margins, here I am the peak of a mountain my coated......Read the rest...

...I stand … my toes wriggling in cold sand (pigs in winter mud) sun has set bloody and shimmering like abalone the sea stretching from me to the reach shadowy and forlorn but the horizon, st......Read the rest...

...Contest: Trilonette Contest Sponsor: Joseph May 6-21-23 #1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ River of Clouds Lazy mists dawdle through valleys, Wending in a river of clouds, ......Read the rest...

...we tremble … or we don’t night wears a net of stars or a brume canopy but in beamy blue or ink it is only the mystery we fear the dim trepidation but a mask. we are all bound - from first ......Read the rest...

...oh, love … do you still dream? pray so, find me here and haunt me - stab me with those beautiful, bloodless lies - I’ll believe it all … til waking there - I sit, toes in cold sand wish......Read the rest...

...Lowing fog horns shake scales from rooftops. We see the seawall drowning, the surging waves rising unfolding spume and brume into mountains. From the pub on the harbor front, we can hear the......Read the rest...

...the mist ... was thick and blue like some demon brume let loose from the bowels of death, itself it swept along the edge of the darkened forest licking the evergreens with its cyanotic tong......Read the rest...

...Watcher ... he wandered the upper moorland mists - the highest fells of Scottish countryside - wrapped in robes of wan, wispy light … aglow like the full of the moon, and aback a white Arabia......Read the rest...

...I saw her footprints daub the sand no other tracks to show, just then late afternoon, near August's end a meeting that we hadn't planned I'd left in spite of stormy skies decid......Read the rest...

...A mottled crab scuppers its sea legs in fluorescent foam. Blue pods rattle on green tides. Bladder wrack, Mermaid’s Hair washing tangled ankles. There are voices in my open mouth, they roll ove......Read the rest...