I stroll a silvered landscape
where trees are silhouetted spears,
stabbing memories of days first walked with you . . .
ice traceries, firey strands of longing lace,
wrap the crumbling dream,
like brittle, curling tinsel from childhood holidays.
A burning stream of cold tumbles seaward,
dislodging jagged stones, desire and disgust;
wounding barren feet.
Backward . . .
I trace pink-tinged footprints
along the line of demarcation
where love once gamboled in innocence
before the moon capitulated
and collapsed into the sea.
Lovely she was, but she is no more.
Copyright August 3, 2018
Categories:
gamboled, betrayal, desire, loss, memory,
Form: Free verse
The little blackbird
watches over me.
How do I know
it is he?
It is the nestling
from the elkhorn
covered tree.
The way he gamboled
in the garden spray
and danced
with the roses
throwing the mulch
every which way.
Categories:
gamboled, garden,
Form: Free verse
The ring-tailed lemurs swished their stripes;
The tortoises perambled.
Rhinoceroses munched on hay;
The seals caroused and gamboled.
A winter day with snow on tap
Was perfect for the zoo.
The humans seemed to stay away
So visitors were few.
The cobra swayed from side to side;
The dart frogs were exquisite.
A cold and dismal afternoon’s
The time I love to visit.
Categories:
gamboled, animal, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Tough Hood's winter face is a bluff
The snow folds like marshmallow fluff
We would call you soon
If you gamboled in June
But you bet you had the right stuff
Categories:
gamboled, adventure
Form: Limerick