Short Swaths Poems
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ASTRACTION
unpredictable
intersecting lines
swaths of colour
added
by a chance
autonomous
process
reflexive
echoing
intensive
to coincide
in response
O wintery flake, you’ve not kept me warm.
Your passion promised to never alarm.
Outside, I’m not sold.
My briefs rather cold.
In my frozen breast, swaths of ice free-form.
1/30/2018
At the dead of night
he came inside stealthily,
By daybreak he was gone.
He stole the essence of my flower,
left me with swaths of thorns in his wake,
a feeling of hollowness in my world.
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Astound me with visual auroras
swaths of rainbows in chorus
that leap across lofty skies
strange intriguing patterns that rise
iridescent visions of midnight forests.
Mind bending colors turn sinister
haunting hues no longer minister
I awaken from dystopian dreams
seeking solace from simple means
I bask inside sunlight’s perimeter.
Written on 3/17/2018
…waiting’s knife
slices time in broader swaths
stacking jagged moments
chaffing minutes raw, in existential unease
…one second snags the next
…the knife dulls
moments fray and shred
tomorrow folds today; time’s teeth - rounded
memories meld a transcendent balm
deeply rubbed by fading voices
a hospice hallway dims…
one light - grows brighter
Violent swaths of death,
a ghastly sight.
Blood-soaked soil, a
canvas of blight.
Screams of agony pierce
the nights veil,
Echoes of honor, a
mournful tale.
Deaths visage, haunting
scene to behold,
Their last breaths, a
story untold.
Gruesome remains, a
twisted art, of
mans cruelty, a world
torn apart.
Lulled by the no–see-um’s song
the grasses and I are yawning
tilting our heads
in the breezes falling off the day
as if cocooned in imagined protection beneath
a raccoon mama’s chin
we sway…we sway…we sway the night to day …away
and above us the grasshopper's song floats
in swaths across the lavender universe (13.8 billion lightyears to bring to you)
a light house sways across the gray
trying to say...
I love you
Today I stopped along a roadside path,
Drawn to swaths of gold and blue.
A calliope of yellow mustard, with hues
Of purple vinca, and wild sweetpeas too.
Harsh winter rains lay this hillside bare
But nature’s will the landscape overcame.
No artist’s brush could best this scene
This painting with a grass-green frame.
My burdened heart beat with hope anew,
I felt the dark and troubled day recede.
Perspective gripped my tired soul,
And gave peace to a heart in need.