Slackens Poems - Poems about Slackens

...It begins with a sky-split cry— a blade of wind slicing the stillness, gulls scattering like torn pages as the sea holds its breath. Then comes the first thunderstroke, not from clouds, but from......

Continue reading...

...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......

Continue reading...

...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 ......

Continue reading...

...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 ......

Continue reading...

...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......

Continue reading...

...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......

Continue reading...

...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......

Continue reading...

...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......

Continue reading...

...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......

Continue reading...

...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. ......

Continue reading...

...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......

Continue reading...

...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......

Continue reading...

...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, ......

Continue reading...

...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......

Continue reading...

...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......

Continue reading...