Slackens Poems - Poems about Slackens

...White rope of sunlight Tethered through my chest Shot clean through to my spine. Gordion knotted to my backbone. I can feel the knuckles of it Between my shoulder blades. Pinching rope with a y......Read the rest...

...As I near the stratosphere, I let loose an untamed, raw rainbow I pull on the tattered, worn ropes of my hand-sewn hot-air balloon across the hidden boreal quarry hill in the north they ......Read the rest...

...The stream surges in turbulent torrent the dry tree felled by the summer storm, the truncated trunk anchors at the tilted levee, in the web of boulders it sticks, stranded. The flood ......Read the rest...

...THE POWER OF PRAYER So many problems in this world today Starvation, homelessness, and there is war No God here, helping in any way...Read the rest...

...fade the tyrant to black to snap a people's slide to hopeless when the down trodden gasp for frenzied gulps of air freedom's fullness lost authoritarian arms in perversions of civic li......Read the rest...

...I had for long been an arborist, enthusiastically caring for the trees, Like a grasshopper immersed in a green world, is glad for all he sees. I had always loved nature, having begun gardening wh......Read the rest...

...Monsoon, the tricky magician has drawn A spectral stripe ,high from left to right The sly violet slackens to turn into red, The weary sun has travelled since dawn Yet glows yond on the horiz......Read the rest...

...Whistling through the air Without a care Flying with the breeze Always at ease Sliding and gliding But the wind is subsiding Dropping you at a high velocity Shaken and jolted with unknown f......Read the rest...

...Long green grasses stir in the gentle breeze bright summer sun beats down upon them cool fragrant scent rises up into the air carried across the land in the gentle breeze bright blossoms of y......Read the rest...

...New boots, pressing on my heels, still stiff, not yet broken in, stomping on roots, beds of needles dropped by towering white pines, scuffing on gneiss and granite as they pound down the trail. ......Read the rest...

...When warmth of springtime slackens winter's glare and earth from bitter bonds is free to breathe infusions of fresh colors boldly weave through nature's living canvas, wild affair. As instinct wa......Read the rest...

...A broken muscle, pumps and slackens. It's feeling dulled in her chest. Lifts a hand up to feel it move, But there's no sound beneath her breast. The veiny parts have all been cut, A very clev......Read the rest...

...Alone, surrounded by seventeen million humans who call New York home In a rut, depressed, searching in pain and in vain for hope A crisp fall day, I venture north to play The Adirondack valley, ......Read the rest...

...I swear there’s no heaven I’m just twenty seven Two toddlers, never married Two fathers, my life far too harried I bartend and wait tables My life doesn’t resemble storybook fables I live......Read the rest...

...I walk with my sister and we are young And her knees are less broken; they swallow petrel calls and soon we are equivalent. I call these my oceans. I shriek with my sister, we wished the evenin......Read the rest...