Scattering Poems

Love, since I first saw you, you are a dream scattering through my thoughts

Love, since I first saw you, you are a dream scattering through my thoughts,
like a river of light flowing ceaselessly through the valleys of my silent mind.
I try to forget you, if only for a day, to find peace in the silence of forgetting,
but my heart refuses to part from you, anchored in your eternal

Storms Fury

Dark grey clouds begin to form in the morning sky 
Strong winds develop leaves begin to fly
In the distance, a boom of thunder creates a sinister sound 
Rain pours from the heavens scattering children from a nearby playground 
Up above lightning dances across the sky 
Small planes become grounded far too dangerous to fly
Storm drains

Scattering a Freed Verse

SCATTERINGS

 anticipates
in sequence
a
 breathtaking
 possibility
constructive
& respectful
but
otherwise
unremarkable

a
distinctive
 image
a
level
of reverence
in a
 designed  pattern
a
  comparative
  once
 formed
as
a key
 approach
clearly
 meaningful
to explore
the
long-forgotten
 idiosyncratic
 &distinctive faux-naif style
with innate ability
 to elevate
 the everyday
carefully
 spotlighting
&highlighting
 an important facet
to celebrate
 innovation

Religious Wounds

Don't dare joke with their doctrine
Nor raise it in a latrine
Like had tried Goofing Kathrine 
Now melted like margarine!
Their Doctrine not in  bathrooms:
Bathtubs never living rooms;
Their camera can scenes zoom,
As one body choose your doom!
One they won't mind battering
And one's tressure scattering;
No rowing of one's bought boat
No testing of one's new coat...

You they shall

Scattering the Ashes of a Dream

I had a pair of the most beautiful wings,
But I grew bored with flying
And so I never used them,
Never exercised them or
Stretched them out to feel the
Sun on my back,
That warm glow that lately
I had been too accustomed to the cold
To appreciate as I used to.

I got so used to seeing the world
As a bird

The Scattering

One's ill respite, ne'er distantly 
the acclimation's Faith as sight
before the God of might stay free,
as justice arbitraries fight!

My land, my kin, my own insight
in peril, e`er the speaking's height.
I bow, this distance, kneeling's plight
in some small space, withdrawn, ne're flight!

Oh, God of mercy kindle quiet
that I may speak to Thy invite,
forgive that order's serving

Scattering

scattering my art
up on the wall
à la louvre



posted on August 27, 2018

A Scattering of Sparkle

You were drawn to its contours
worn smooth by the elements
over eons of existence;

cream colored and streaked with grayish blue 
with its scattering of sparkle -
ensconced in the sand
special amongst the many on the rocky beach 

a souvenir from the shore
of the day we walked in its mist
and the wind blew our footsteps
this way and that

Scattering Memories

Translucent thoughts
linger on the breeze.
A sigh’s echo, counted,
trailing beneath the trees.

Images in fluctuation
reliving days gone by.
If only in the memory…
when it’s not feeling shy.

Leaves of change engulfing
the seasons that are spent
Now scattering what is now
and all that was 
the day it went…

© Debra Squyres  
3/17/15

Scattering Blooms

Gathering a plethora,
of abandoned blossoms high and low,
a covered basket and pockets full.
Light footsteps through shady trees
releasing dainty blooms for me,
nature’s soulful aliment like a
rainbow placed strategically
for a little girl's innocent eyes.
Blooms falling into my hands
on a wooded path for one,
then scattering to the wind, 
a fanciful dance, free of 
pending frailty; prancing
petals take flight
before

Scattering

The blue Sky is copied,

And,

Pasted on the Oceans!

The Scattering of Roses

As virgins, the roses flew.
Slowly drifting and scattering,
Themselves amongst the ashes of love.
There whispers of adoration now silenced.
But as dawn rose so did the roses,
And peacefully they did drift, like a dove.

Until they touched the black,
And golden sea that is your hair.
Slowly sliding down towards,
Your lips, and like rain the roses slid.
And when one met

The Scattering of the Clans

America, in this modern age
Population so proud
On their ancestors heritage
 
But in the annuls of time
Not that long ago
To a new world they came
Immigrants so
 
They travelled far and wide
Some further than most
Open invitation from their American host
 
Many reasons
As they left their homes
Some directly
While many roamed
 
To America's shores
In their many ports
Protection by, their

The Scattering That Comes With Painful Impossibility.

Morning light and time breathing, he slipped himself underneath me as daylight broke,
I fought tears, I fought him, I fought myself and life happened in the midst of refusal...


I fumbled in my pockets for pieces of him when the puzzle of me scattered, I watched
months become rich with memories and curls tangle themselves into shadows

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