Short Stucco Poems
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COMING TOO SOON
by H.B.Ussach
Popping up like pre-fab stucco-concrete-aluminum posies,
Poking up on parking lots as donut shops and quick lubes,
They are plain, utilitarian, proletarian low-low-price bunkers
On a retail war-weary land.
Categories:
stucco, business,
Form:
Alliteration
Hit your head against the proverbial wall
Your everyday Nafferti in stucco
carries the wind
but being only seventeen
whose opinions ran counter to the realm
Pale daughters yawn diligently
They've lost the art of commitment
Are they truly free ?
Talking in whispers
the World does not care
Categories:
stucco, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
.
and i look'd
look
piercingly
mine see fix'd
az
stucco
az the skill'd plasterer
haz laid
I
mine eyne
lock'd
knowingly
unto hern
flesh
Categories:
stucco, appreciation, beautiful, blessing, extended metaphor,
Form:
Carpe Diem
crumpet
bit of fluff
don't put me
into that category
the way you blinked
today made
me realize
that you
are far
too
beautiful
to look at
when the sun
is whispering and
shining through the
curtain and stucco wall
your jugular bulges in the
circaidian
metronome
anticipatory
appreciable way
we look at the
moment
and love each other
for today
if only
that
Categories:
stucco, life
Form:
Free verse
Nestled in the valley
with spring water fountains
a view of the mountains
San Sossio quaint and vibrant
Stucco colored houses
red roof tiled
on balconies pots in flower
graceful swallows in flight
My home on the ascent
at the edge of town serene
from fountain fetched the water
with neighbors bartered needs
Sparks of distant stars
memories of smiles and songs
history to repeat is known
village life will return
Categories:
stucco, home,
Form:
Free verse
Lord, these oak woods
are more beautiful than anything
they’ve built with stucco
and wrought-iron
on the hill’s opposing side.
I’d love to live here, Lord,
among your grasses. But I wince
at every shovel-stroke. I know
the first fence circumscribes
the grace of summer-tide.
Who keeps a gate on Nature?
The frogs that swell their song
at evening, or the breeze in pines?
Every night, Earth twists
beneath us. Lord, with us abide.
Categories:
stucco, devotion, nature, places,
Form:
Free verse
Trees scream:
night birds cry.
Power lines hum
like locusts.
In my sleeplessness
I float on still air.
My skin is stucco.
The heart lies dormant.
From this window
roof tops stand
in hazy moonlight.
They metastasize
and I grow smaller.
My hair is shake,
my fingernails, tile.
The outside calls.
Leaves, be my ears.
Return me
from my structure.
But I am mute;
I no longer speak
that language.
I converse
in drywall
and plaster,
have learned
to function
on the moon.
Categories:
stucco, loneliness, night,
Form:
Imagism