Short Hollows Poems
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In the depths of the hollows
The prominent eye watches
It sees what goes on around
Knows the hearts of man
Russell Sivey
Natures beauty we bask in and wollow
Pops of greens lined with gold hollows
A mirror like image shines in the water
Mountains run tall as to the sky follows
Besieged by a storm
The skull of death lights the night
Show of disaster
Lightning hollows the insides
Of her shallow beating heart
Russell Sivey
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Jack Frost on mountain
Overlooking hollows hills
Sun_Jack disappears
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Peeling columns stand~
whispering verdicts of dust
through my cracked windows.
The gavel’s ghost still echoes
in the hollows of our laws.
I feel the heavy rivers' flow
I am the silver river
mettalic music
over moss and stones
left alone
I fill the hollows of your soul
finding my way back to the surface
of the sun
in your eyes.
Hollows suck deep inside,
Growing strong with every tide,
The mouth of hollow lies below,
Where monsters live and sadness flow,
When I fall, they eat me alive ,
While they dance, I crawl to survive!
Nodding smiles in Jester's torture
Nothing escapes the fallen tree
Close my eyes in hollows hiding
Desperation saddening...
Contest-- Arbitrium Divisa 2-- by Gregory Richard Barden 7/17/2019
2nd Place
You are formed of the wind
That bears your name
In the breathless hollows
Of the gale
I hear your song
Like a Siren culled
From an ancient storm
It calls to me
And I am loathe
To turn away
And from you flee
my shallows
my
shallows
swallows
theres depths
dripping them
in
my
pools
breath
breathing
more than
time has left
ban me there
ban me here
words
don't
care
in
the
hollows
of
my
shallows
?
Take a
Trip to
The holes
In heaven
War without
A war to win
But these
Spaces between
It’s rapidly
Out laying lines
A magnamonious
Expansion
Left places
Between
Hollows
In heaven
Strangeness
Contained
In a coin
soft peony clouds
ensconced with wet petals
drops of liquid sun
pools in earthly hollows
reflect sky and earth as one
(June 19, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Early morning shadows like mists
Creep across the lower ridges
Settle down into the hollows
Like the pervasive poverty
Of the hill country.
By noon the mists have lifted
The shadows receded
But poverty remains.
written September 8, 2021
More than hushed up refuges
A pooled water, stilly
Old, lickened benched as treed round.
Your inner depths can sound!
If not the samctums of monks
Breathe slow, too, with eyes shut
And alike, dim-lit, concealed
As holy; for what's healed.
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The moon spills silver
into hollows
where shadows sleep~
a slow,
luminous transfusion.
She whispers
in the language
of
unlocked doors,
turning bones
to quartz,
thoughts
to mercury.
Concern of his “how long he lasts”
Deserves loud laughter.
What matters is how long he lasts -
Before and after.
To be precise, the charming part,
That hits the Gold spot,
Hides in the hollows of his heart -
She forgets-him-not.
May 21, 2021
If only we reach in the hollows of our soul
Where no-one but we ourselves can go...
If we dig beneath all the truth and lies
If we open up to what it really implies...
We can search a life time trying to find
What was in front of us the whole time...
03/02/14
Why are you found between the silences after culminations of art?
The pianissimos of ballad chords
I whisper a song beneath the hollows of my lips with eyes closed as if to pray.
And as if to say:
You are everywhere.
As I ghost bolero alone with mannequins made of air.
...inspired by M by Seamus Heaney
Her cranium, its bumps and hollows
cradles secrets stored beneath,
neurons firing, never tiring
of their journeys to belief.
Thin vibrations mold, embolden,
prophecies, cunabula
suffuse the soul, engage the spirit
of the tortured Akhmatova.
A desolate shore reaches,
its gritty scree taunts
a green and tumbling sea.
Breakers slap an
umpteenth juncture.
Kelp sea pods dilate,
foam swirls in the shingle,
barren wombs drink.
Krill churns out
of a sandy dross.
Waves carry their children away.
...inspired by 'M' by Seamus Heaney
The cranium, its bumps and hollows
cradle secrets stored beneath,
neurons firing, never tiring
of their journeys to belief.
Thin vibrations mold, embolden
prophecies, cunabula,
imagine then the soul and spirit
of the wondrous Akhmatova!
Thunderbolt
With the mystical whiff
Dousing the air
he beckons hurriedly
Enticing the day
into the night
standing tall
he struts into the deed
defying every lurking laws
rummaging cloak and dagger
defiling the hallowed hollows
thus, infuriating the sitting gods
In the hollows of a long and dreamless night,
The soothing beauty of a dawning twilight
And tired sighs of a homeless train passing by
Keep me company in the loneliness of this high
And I speak aloud to the crowd of whispering trees,
“I’ll live to find peace before I die from this disease.”
In the hollows of my being
mental photos move about
doors attempt to shut out
what was already in - severity
plaster walls sharing testimony
with squeaky floors
warmth mingled with kerosence petals
ancient melodies oozing hope
ties of embryonic attendance
anchors of strength obtained
As feathered flocks soar across sinking sun,
and dusk descends on a silent sanctuary,
animals arrive at serene springs.
Fluttering feathers disturb solemn shadows;
rich reflections shine as birds brush,
beaks creating concentric rippling rings.
Silence settles on the haunted hollows.