Short Guttering Poems

Obliteration de Russell...
women are part of the suffering,
the pain of separation,
ripping out the guttering,
department of sanitation?
not quite:)
a delight,
plum duff-ering... de Don...

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A stored ripening sunlight,
opens veins under wet sods.

We are conveyed on the thaw,
upon the guttering soil
through the squelching narrows
of wayside hedgerows.

Spring mops and sops,
breezes furbish,
unlock a pearly dew
to melt the frosted prints
of paws and claws....

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evidence shreds itself
in half-remembered candle glow

old photographs never taken
keep the clearest images

what fails to occur
 changes
learns to walk
 swim or fly

that which never was 
becomes a shadow life
a memory in the smutch
of a guttering flame

 yet 
forever real...

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On the table
The candle sputters
Flame flickers
Almost guttering
But does not die

At the table
A heart yearns
Tears form
As hope fades
She cries inside

At the table
A rhetorically thought
He’s not coming
How cruel
She dies inside

At home
Her heart aches
Her spirit breaks
She drains the glass
And she dies...

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Mud cracks its teeth.
Roots crunch and seep
a stored sunlight. 
There are open veins
under wet sods.

We are conveyed above the melt
on guttering rapids
through the narrows
of squelching hedgerows
toward the drumming
of new-sprouted stems.

Winter thaws in hollows,
pushes heat into slick droplets
for the sip and swallow
of greening throats....

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Evidence shreds itself 
in half-remembered candle glow. 

Old photographs never taken 
keep the clearest images.

What fails to occur, changes,
learns to walk and swim in time.

What is left frays and unwinds
in a fog of happenstance.

Such things are ghosts 
in a jigsaw of light,
smutch in a guttering flame, 
as clear now as then....

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Mud cracks its teeth.
Roots crunch and seep.
A stored ripening sunlight,
open veins under wet sods.

We are conveyed above the melt,
on guttering rapids,
through the narrows
of squelching hedgerows.
Paws soak in a sparkle of dew.

Winter thaws in hollows,
pushes heat into slick droplets,
into the sip and tipple
of as yet untrodden stems....

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wild  violets  bloom
touched  by  cold rain and warm sun
under  nude  oak  trees
migrating northern  flicker  
pecking  at  violet’s roots

   

Inspired by: Andrea Dietrich
Contest:Tanka 2
Written: March 18, 2015

Northern Flickers are in the species of Woodpeckers but they peck in the ground.
They are migratory and come through here in the spring..
A group of them is called a guttering, menorah or Peterson.....

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Skimming on a film surface
of a slow-motion river
I'm a clear tear on a
delicate twig balancing like a dancer-
Side to back to side, gliding, riding,
the brief sense of belief 
in what's underneath.
I dive in below the water
My mind floats gracefully above sky
to cold blue, black, then light...
No need for eyes, open or shut
Blindness extinguished by brilliance.
My breath paints strokes of God in my lungs
I push out a guttering cry
Now, inhaling now....

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