Rock Salt Poems - Poems about Rock Salt

Times with Dad

...I went with Dad,
just us two,
to the hardware store.
We got replacement tubes for the TV,
Sometimes, filters for the heater.
He bought me
Necco wafers -
all different colors -
priceless coins...

Pillar of Salt and Wisdom

...As Lot and his wife
Left the city of Sodom
Where gnosis flourished
His wife heard Yaldabaoth’s wrath
As the two lands burned
Hearing the children crying
Her heart made blood tears
It ripped fr...

A Moment In Time

...


Should I  search for you through lotuses of gold 
or climb pyramids of truth and go beyond the self? 

If I were Ghost of Amdapor,  
could I possibly un-clock the secret 
of a shadow bring...

Snow

...Early morning    -     snow scattering
Landscape of white  -   sun reflecting
But not for long  -    soon it’s melting

During the night  -  freezing of sludge
Rough surface walk  -   bit of a t...

Huh, Miss

...She slipped from among us
in search of good hummus,
like a whispery breeze
at the scent of chickpeas;
escapes for tahini
rivalled old Houdini.
Her nose for good cumin
was simply inhuman,
her ...

Cherished Reminiscences

..."recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."

                       Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)


             Buried deep in t...

A Letter To Winter and Spring

...Dear Winter and Spring,
Read this letter carefully.
It's very urgent.

Winter, we've suffered
From freezing our booties off,
Horrible snowstorms;

Shoveling outside,
Thirty mile-per-hour win...

Homemade Ice Cream

...
Iced down in a wooden tub,
Chilled more with rock salt,
Taking turns, Tom Sawyer style,
Hand-cranked until firm.
Remove the paddle,
Barely scrape,
Lick!

Homemade ice cream with fre...

Inklings

...Shadows are but sign posts, 
fleeting moment capsules, 
brown leaf portent creeper‘s auto-pilot,
tarpaulin-sky mist draped on ancient chapel spire,
worship at the coat tail of a wrinkled orange r...

The Bucket Sits Idle

...The bucket sits idle
catching the dripping of dreams
discoloring as they evaporate.
Their tenuous connection to time
now but an echo in the bucket.

The bucket has never held
any maudlin myste...

Hard Case

...Hard Case
Brubaker was a real big fat fecker
He lived by the jail and hunted escaped cons
Using three Bloodhouds and his wits
He carried a shotgun loaded for cons
With rock salt to maim but not ...

Wake

...Winter's wake-rows of black stones and rock salt....

Ice Pick Bones

...Old man winter slaps at the soul.
But my spade is smiling and sharpened.
I was born in Buffalo.
So, my bones are made from ice picks.
The heart pumps out rock salt by the bowl.
I've been through...

Still Alive

...It was difficult to revisit, 
the birth therapy.

Arms had no emotions, 
the violence will not go.

Let us take a back road for 
the sake of anatomy.

And find out a man and the woman 
to b...

Mountain of Mango Ice-Cream

...Mountain Of Mango Ice-Cream

It seems ages since we were young and untamed, enjoying rural pleasures
Summers were long and mango ice-cream sessions a ritual in the evenings
A thin custard was mad...

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