Long Sunbaked Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your old pair of getaway feet gives 
a different walk of...

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SENSITIVITY

They’re all ignored by us, but they have feelings too :
A black  gravestone  in  New York, down in the world, 
Recalling its halcyon days as a part of 
The impressive strata ...

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The Braille of Cobblestone

 
Keeper of darkness,
of auras reaped from high seas,
vast is your harvest
of earth rumblings beset by molten tears
to charred obsidian made hard glass.

Such reflects primate-memory
once clamored upon by man and beast running,
dodging...

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It happened on one autumn morn
The bright sun raked the sky
The two men stood and faced each other
One of which must die

The wind blew down the dusty lane
This bright an sunny morn
Along a quiet winding...

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Across the sunbaked plains, a hush descends so deep,
A million eyes turn skyward, secrets the heavens keep.
The moon, a silent dancer, steals the sun's golden rays,
And day surrenders softly, to a cosmic ballet.

No human hand...

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A sunbaked pile of dead sticks in the ground
I’m a divine oversight, it would seem
Hundreds of long spines poke out all around
Yet inside resides a colorful dream

I’m a divine oversight, it would seem
Look past my...

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WATERFALLS, RIVERS AND DROUGHT

The frenzied forces of cold, icy streams
detonate explosively on the rocks below.
Their rapid currents wreak havoc 
on logjams caught in crevasses beneath
the mist and rainbowed spray.

We blink in awe to see this
spectacular...

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Miles of broken, sunbaked seashells,
resembling pieces of porcelain of lesser value,
lying across a populous beach subdued by misty blue,
as hungry sea-gulls pounce the fiddler's crabs..


The beach entertainer draws huge crowds;
singing funny songs and making comic...

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Scales hardened over her skin
a condition called ichthyosis vulgaris

ik-thee-O-sis vul-Ga-ris

fish disease

(the ‘vulgar’ means ordinary
but at its worst
it is far from common).

She bled where the plaques chipped and cracked,
she leaked oils, but could not sweat enough.

She...

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Miasma  Ripening
                by Odin Roark

The chaff of greed
Feeds the consumer-compost,
While urban disquietude
Marches in lockstep.

Decomposition rages…

Choked roads of sunbaked gridlock,
Spider...

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Sometimes when life falls apart at the seams
Just sit by yourself and begin to daydream
Think back, if you can, to pleasurable times
Chill for a while and rest the mind
Daydream about life and the people you...

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Farmland 
David J Walker

I am
	The dreamland
Of the farm

The zauberhaft/magic-craft 
Found in the brown dirt 

Beneath the feats 
of farmers 

I am 
	The farmhand  of

The sacred farmland 
Often found 
	Ground into dust and

	Blown by the...

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faded roses on the wallpaper
leaves bent back in an imagined wind
fingerprints of a thunderstorm cling to the wet image
she says it was a lovely thought that gave birth to such beautiful drawings
that any child could...

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Sunbaked entrance steps and climbers amidst,
lay the washroom secluded.
Door opened to reveal its acrid smell.
Provoking minds to give thoughts a space.

Anxiety,apprehensiveness,shrills and thrills,
laughter to sarcasm its aroma consisted.
The room as if sealed everything
reverbrating inside,assuring confidentiality.

Dragging...

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Finally its October
The harmattan is coming
I can perceive it
Now the African autumn has arrived
The harvest is drawn nigh

The next morn
You see the trees adorned
With blending hues of orange and brown,
A carpet of brown leaves you...

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Sunbaked to crisp this rag your hand enriched,
Hangs on a wire exposing tattered thread,
Rung-out depleted by tomorrows switched,
Lifeless without you, left, now lonesome bled.
Days wiped as months turned years following fast,
All while my focus rusts...

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Warm air dances in the prairie
In a hot sunny day 
Arid smell comes across the barbed wire
To harm my mind
Relaxing under the evergreen
Viewing the heat of the summer scene.
 
A rice farmer with sunbaked skin,
His...

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Follow the red dirt road.
Take it slow, walk it,
this is not an exploration
nor a pilgrimage,
it is a short tour around
the beginning of an idea
and its end.

Move along
past the few rural homesteads,
pass beyond the shacks
and the...

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days of benign stealth
lawns, gardens, orchards drink to my health
the road's been unkind
well it's gone, it's flowed on behind

let me recline in this boon
mellow noon
the bell might ring
spiteful and soon

days of serene sloth
cirri bind the...

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Beneath a perpetual sky
Longing to perceive nature’s sigh,
In lanes of sparkling morning dew
Before ‘Draughton village’ we view.

Thunder lightning hoarfrost and hail
Sunbaked days when coasting the dale,
‘Bolton Abbey’ stone throw from home
Muscles taut, like a garden...

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Crux is a craggy, seasoned, sunbaked fisherman from Missouri.
Never one to speed up a story, and never in any kind of hurry.
He has no grandchildren of his own, but likes my daughter Grace.
Grace is three,...

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