Best Outcropping Poems

Wings flutter
     off in the distance
as I shuffle through these stones,
tasting the energy trapped in each,
scouring my lands
         for my lost crystal,
that which can mend
what I’ve torn asunder.

In frustration
   I abandon...

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The hawk lay upon the lazy late afternoon 
air currents;
Floating, circling, spiraling, ever downward.
Its wings spread wide, white feather-tips splayed.
It teetered on the updraft 
above the terraced alluvial plains
in the lea of the Himalayas.
Landing with a compression of desire 
upon the crumbling limestone outcropping,
It stood...

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hot, humid, barren
granite outcropping garden 
brown moss, flowers bloom


8/3/2018...

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Senses are aware of a cavernousness, 
And of a stillness almost quietley abrupt..!

softness of light & air surround all, 
deft as breath as from a doves wing reposing

billows of liquid descending are as grains,
the seeds of an "almost raining"

A lowering of horizion encompasses,
Valley, ridge, and...

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Firecracker - a paper or cardboard cylinder filled with an explosive and having a fuse, for discharging to make a noise.

Firethe Southern sergeant shouts to the boys behind him
In unison, we live or die together, light the fuse. The enemy
Rises up from behind a rocky...

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Day one; I leave the coast following the great black river.  Its meandering slow water sneaking slowly and silently past the ancient pines and hardwood trees gathered near its banks like a band of cronies, bent closely in conference, discussing how best to rob...

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He cleared the pebbles from around them
And then, with his finger
He started making marks in the sand

The crowd hushed
Not a sound could be heard
What was he writing?
He could stand in no longer
He pushed his way to the front of the crowd
His knuckles white against the...

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High amongst the mountain peaks,
Stands a gnarled old tree.
Clinging desperately to the rocky cliff,
It is the only one to see.
How many years long past,
Has the tree tried to live,
On that rocky outcropping,
The mountain would grudgingly give.
Into the ancient cracks of the mountainside,
The tree’s roots desperately...

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Cold breeze cutting to the bone
as pitter patter of sleet hit leaves.
Squirrels running around gathering acorns
blue jays, sparrows, juncos
flying tree to tree.
Fountain spraying free
in the lake 
as I walk at its side.
Leaves in winter array 
lay on the ground 
crunching under my stride.
Flakes of white
begin...

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as you walk in to this world
your power is absolute
your imagination the only cage
power is an unknown
as it seems but a dream
you take your lover by the hand
in the fields of tall grass and prairie flowers
you fell the wind twist between your fingers
you watch the...

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COLLABORATION CONTEST

 
The Petal-Sprinkled Path
 


The petal-sprinkled path 
We walked together
The lip-sharing math
In the cherry weather

We walked together
Time flew with lightning speed
In the cherry weather
Witnessed by the moss and weed

Time flew in lightning speed
We knitted the tales of lips
Witnessed by the moss and weed
Through an...

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a lonely tower
on a rocky outcropping
gold light pierces fog

sailors raise a mug
aboard the once doomed ship
all mainsails unfurl


Contest: In the Light of haiku
Poet: D. Guzzi...

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The Petal-Sprinkled Path 


The petal-sprinkled path 
We walked together
The lip-sharing math
In the cherry weather

We walked together
Time flew with lightning speed
In the cherry weather
Witnessed by the moss and weed

Time flew in lightning speed
We knitted the tales of lips
Witnessed by the moss and weed
Through an ocean moved...

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Late one balmy June afternoon,

I perched on an outcropping of obsidian rock,

watching wide-eyed up the mountain

spewing molten lava into the sky. I was fourteen.

The base was fringed with a blanket of the green canopy,

 which abruptly ended halfway up,

where the the bare rock face stood...

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Sorrow drowns on dry land 


Standing at a distance,
staring at staggered lines 
on a rock face outcropping
buried deep beneath 
an ancient rose garden

Corroded iron bars
chained and bolted,
left for dead as brittle petals
find a funnel cloud forming
and dance in a whirlwind mosaic

Disguised bold lettering
of forgotten fonts...

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