Here they are before me,
surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
Against clear skies of brilliant blue,
these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
stand heavenly before my eyes.
Their marbled, glistening whites-
arcane crevices and jagged peaks,
stir visions of cold, ghost-like forms
that glare at me in this mysterious bay
of murmurous creaks and moans.
These huge shapes of water speak,
like eerie, moving forms,
in corridors that shift and moan-
and with their loud sonorous wails,
give birth- calving chunks that fall.
With an abrupt, roaring explosion,
all at once, it starts- the large,
calved segment plummets to the sea.
These exotic glaciers live and speak-
more than the eye can see.
Categories:
calved, imagery, nature,
Form: Free verse
Here they are before me,
surreal in the dazzling morning sun.
Against clear skies of blue, and
peaked snow-capped mountains-
these tall glaciers of Alaskan ice,
stand heavenly before my eyes.
Their marbled, glistening whites,
with multi shades of blue,
arcane crevices and jagged peaks-
stir visions of cold, ghost-like forms
that glare at me in this mysterious Bay
of murmurous creaks and moans.
More than the eye can see,
these lustrous glaciers speak,
like eerie, moving forms,
in corridors that shift and moan-
and with their loud sonorous wails,
give birth- calving chunks that fall.
With an abrupt, roaring explosion,
all at once, it starts- the large,
calved segment plummets to the sea.
Waves and splashes follow every birth.
These exotic glaciers live and speak-
more than the eye can see.
April 25, 2016
~2nd Place!
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 06/20/2022
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: Splash
Sponsor: Kai Michael Newmann
Judged: 06/07/2020
Categories:
calved, beautiful, nature, sea,
Form: Imagism
(Why I'm Still Breathing)
When the cow was dry, she was compliant.
When she calved, she turned vicious
and no fence could hold her,
but she gave milk in abundance,
and Dad refused to sell her.
She chased Mother 'round and 'round the barn
until Mom panicked, climbed the corner logs,
and perched under the roof,
clinging like a cicada shell on a weed-pod.
Beasty pawed and bellowed until Dad came home.
"I could gain on her on the corners,"
Mother said, "because I could turn faster,
but she gained on me on the straightaway."
Plug-ugly tore through the fence,
into the garden, where Mom and I worked.
"Run, Cona Faye, run," my mother shouted.
How did she know? The cow passed Mother
and thundered straight for me. I ran.
At the fence, snorts filled my ears. Hot breath
steamed my back. I saw myself stomped,
pulverized into the dirt. I turned, screaming
at full volume, and flailed my arms
like a windmill in a strong wind.
That old red cow locked her front legs
and skidded like a freight train on full brake.
I seized the moment, and scaled that rail fence.
Categories:
calved, animal, childhood, family, farm,
Form: Narrative
i want to know your past to the extent i could predict your future,
with the gift of being in your present.
you give me inspiration like no panting meditating or medication could,
she is my significant other but like no other with a holy presence,
calved only from gods hand into a master piece like a sculptor making a sculpture from the finest wood,
plainly put,
she is an angel.
peter hoopert.
Categories:
calved, angel, joy, love,
Form: Rhyme
tried to sell my cows
but the border closed
so i'd tightened my belt
and ride it out, i spose.
feedin calved out heifers and their young ones too
spending money on hay to feed beef i can't use.
Categories:
calved, animals, funny, life,
Form: Ballad