Short Silty Poems

papyrus symbols
myth shrouding reality
silty wall entombs...

Read More

ducts swell with warm streams
silty briny residue
eroded dreams clog...

Read More

blue azure panels
silty wisps shroud the canopy
glossed with rosy dreams...

Read More

lifes steep silty bank
deaths deep dark murky river
souls last lengthy stride...

Read More

silty fleece cloaks bough
snowy dander flitters round
rite of spring christened...

Read More

Sun's beams with ardent fervor gleam
Showers caress winter's fallow domain 
Sprouting flowers their silty dander stream
Squawking squirrels, sparring birds occupy fertile terrain
Spring's revitalized chorus echoes a new refrain...

Read More

a bed of stones unloosed to spill from its path
through fresh waters flow to the distant sea
laving pebbles from its silty rough wrath
from rivers fresh to brackish brine's debris
the journey ends where it began its ascendancy
drifting as the impetus of tidal destiny...

Read More

DIG

Dig with spade and a soulful heart,
Destiny’s soil chambered beneath.
Dust chalice canvas, questing art —
Dovelike Wings of lily bequeath.

Dig deep into the chasm of love —
Desired silty handfuls, free of
Debris, a blessed ruddy start.*

6/5/2018
Joseph May’s Pleiades Contest
*blessed with 2 syllables...

Read More

Churlish wind hovers overhead
Ready to chart its path of dread
By wistful, listless conductor led
Twirling baton with rotors fed
A swirling blender over land spread
Careening, eerie echo left in its stead
Fluffing the threads of barren bed
Wispy fibers in ginning whirlpool sped
Silty granules from denuded top shred
Strafing the strands of every bare head...

Read More

My feet touches the bottom land
As my feeling start to quiver damn
Scratching those toes on silty sand
In the hope I can find a clam.

Fortune pay a price in waiting
Inch by inch I'm starting to find
Boulders of clam in seabed setting
Excitement painting my mind.

Labor showing enthusiasm I confess
A hungry belly want to cook an obsess
All in all a happy one sack we possess
A laborious day harvest of clam a success.
...

Read More

Iris blue eyes that bright, azure beams strow
Lilly white neck with a radiant, translucent glow
Rosy cheeks blanching cotton swabs of milky snow
Viola black hair coiffed; silky strands strung in a tidy row
Magnolia-crescented bosom with a soft, silty furrow
Camellia-shaped paps that with sweet nectar flow
Butterfly Orchid legs; slender willows with tawny curves that billow
Anemone-cupped hands with graceful seams that her dignity doth sow...

Read More

Exfoliative sycamore
Limbs splay low above the water
like giraffe's drinking from the shore
at some silty, placid river.
Where once their arthritic branches
at the mercy of winters winds
it’s springs meliorative changes
that bring green budding knobby limbs.
Here I sit astride a boulder
overlooking the riverbank
awestruck by springs natural wonders
recurrent offerings enchant
me like a mesmerizer’s spell:
enthralled, hypnotized, compelled....

Read More

The river runs its winding course
along an ageless bank I stand
ceaselessly brewing silty soup
a recipe of dirt and sand….
I played in youth along these shores
And swam its raging watercourse
Wearing makeshift suits, swimming nude,
floating its breadth on inner tubes….
Alas! Those days are nevermore.
… As I mused my lost childhood years
Seeing this eternal river
from a timeless riverbank
it’s hard to fathom life’s changes
until I saw my wrinkly hands....

Read More

I was born cradled inside your palm   
within the perimeters of a safe haven  
brought to life by loving silty fingers 

Rose is what I heard you call me 
staying true to my appellative name 
I chose to bloom inside your heart  

Many butterflies and bumblebees 
sat on my flowerhead but only you 
were the apple of my eye, dear heart

I was born to please you and only you 
enclosed and surrounded I thrived, 
like a rose, in a tangled mess of flowers.

 








...

Read More