Best Creviced Poems

Cumulonimbus lurking
peering over white-topped peaks
like childhood's hunchbacked monsters
waiting there to pounce

Shadows lick the creviced slopes
as white and green become gray
lights flash behind the drawn shades
of...

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High on remote cliffs,
wildflowers huddle
between 
wind scalped boulders,
heads kept down,
their roots weaved 
into crevices
where a little soil has been
won from rain wash
and wear. They grow
surrounded...

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The Art of Snow

I sit and gaze upon the wintry slope 
Inside my aged abode so drab and plain. 

Engulfed by white, the blizzard moves...

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The Greeter at a Museum
I am prepared to perform my mindless task 
when they open the doors at ten am 
and when the visitors enter...

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Make it not secret
I am your loyalist friend or your deadliest enemy.
Sky writers write my name among the clouds.
I am everything.

Nothing you have ever seen...

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7/3/2018
A waxing crescent moon shed a sliver of mystified light on the silhouette of the lonely shadow of a woman. 

She sat cross legged on...

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Moonstruck

Many moons and seasons ago my five children
inquired where I was heading to on my journey

I replied ‘to the moon’ and to how to get...

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The Perfect Site

Emplaced in the shade of giant fruit trees:
Avocado, guava, orange and mango
Nature, harnessed for fresh cool breeze
From leaves and the wind in an...

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I keep meetin 'em
don't really understand
why..
eyes always lookin ahead
calm.. 
slow to rile
yet quick to
lend a hand.

Kiss their mother on the cheek 
sayin a last goodbye..
going...

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The Greeter at a Museum
I am prepared to perform my mindless task 
when they open the doors at ten am 
and when the visitors enter...

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Lust
The insatiable fires of sight
Singeing your flesh
Savoring your aching cries
She’ll whisper ecstasy
Succulent and nigh

Love
Pooling in creviced night
Suckled and smeared
Pulsating with every drop
She’s tasted your conviction
Serrated...

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Life at its beginning is white for all
Cleanly and perfect- singular in design
Warm fed and comfortable
But life through the ages tarnishes the white
Sometimes as sudden...

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© 2010 (Jim Sularz)

A morning meadow - tall, red-yellow speckled,
now, humbled low by the wind.

Conifer sundials – mirrored shadows, slowly stretching, dancing, and then diminishing...

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Ripping my sanity   

Here in the pit of a sanctified cavern
Darkness invades every pore of my soul
Grasping at walls made of stone, cut...

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Invisible  


Often I will stand erect, a stood up smiling face
Reaching for the meanings, only longing but to trace
Full in view, invisible, as empty...

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