Flecking Poems - Poems about Flecking

...I used to be a poet Now I ain’t I could rhyme then But now I cain’t I sit, an idle artist Without paint Beneath the flecking statue Of a faded saint The pigeons eye me sadly As I sit Devo......Read the rest...

...When the sun sets, flecking clouds with diaphanous light and birds whistle daytime’s last summer psalms, we call it night. We’re moonbathing and Sunny’s features are inlaid with glamorous silver-b......Read the rest...

...I admire the woodpecker constancy for being admirer of botany in the oak branches pecking digging, looking for flecking without tiring peck,peck constantly......Read the rest...

... A Books Final Chapter Written: by Tom Wright 6/19/2018 I’m like mown hay, dry, and awaiting the baler; Summer’s luminous whisper is long past, And aspirations no longer linger on my ......Read the rest...

...There is no Beauty. In all the world there is no Beauty. In anywhere at all. There is nothing that is Beautiful. The flowers, the clouds, the Thousand Buddhas, the kelp, the cottage,......Read the rest...

...Lustrous black hangs over pale skin Gleaming green under deities sight Wheeling toes transfer lanolin Watchers skill shadows this neophyte Who's damning dexterity draws in The ......Read the rest...

...The arching back Like fingers scratching chalkboard spine A recognition of a look, that circus Whirlwind deep inside like Northern Lights Flickering a rampant flecking iris I could so easily bre......Read the rest...

...Walking that silent midnight avenue On the other side of a frosted pane Dim radiance beckoning out my name I stop captivated by it’s unremarkable light What would I encounter beyond the window W......Read the rest...

...When the darkness finally consumes the remnants of my mind Oh the broken pieces They struck the floor this morning at dusk Cutting my toes Leaving butter and blood to intermingle Like cutting aw......Read the rest...