Long Creviced Poems

On the 1st Day of Christmas I trekked in the Sikkim high mountains
along the tortuous but exhilarating track
of the heavenly Himalaya.

On the 2nd Day of Christmas I reached an idyllic hospitable hamlet,
cradled picturesquely in the...

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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 I recall 
my preamble and it goes like this 
Good...

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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 there
‘with a ladder’ to astonished faithful suspense

Turned downsize up and...

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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 a chunk of hard Earth overlooking a circular abyss of...

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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 I recall 
my preamble and it goes like this 
Good...

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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 - along blurred edges of a lush, flowing sea.

Feathered, high...

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                         Mind Bound to form, 
     ...

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my granite face with deeply creviced grief
sees dungeons buried beyond naked eyes;
to traitor's gate where victims sought relief
yet spiked as trophies for all to despise. 

The artist Turner was by me inspired 
to compose a...

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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 glances come
Still, I can not see myself; I’m blinded by...

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I saw your wet dog face emboldened as a Herald upon your missing limb.

His thick creases deeply lined between his nose, eyes and gaping mouth.

The creviced, cutting, contours ran a moist mist black on your...

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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 
Nothing you HAVE IMAGINED.
And yet I see all thoughts.
I am...

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I remember nights on the south side porch 
After a full dinner & nothing on TV
We gather to sit talk and listen to cicadas cry
High
Into the spring night 
Or deep into the fall gloom 
Or...

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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 endless tango

The canopy of leaves, thus formed above
By tree-to-tree branch...

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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 and jagged
Tearing my flesh as my fingers inscroll
Carving a poem...

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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 ominous clouds

Darkness pours into valleys
where rows of birches waver
as if...

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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 by a constant 
howl, just above
the clawing fingers 
and thrown...

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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 off to chase their fortune
never knowin' why.

Boys most, not yet...

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Where Echoes Hide

An echo hides on the other side, of a valley wide and deep,
In the creviced walls of caves, where bats choose to sleep.

An echo hides in water, between the ripples of a skipped...

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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 as a bucket of black paint
Drenched and permeated and you...

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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 along 
To lather brilliant bright the creviced roads - 
A...

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