Salmon pink horizon beguiles as I towel dry
Upon a muted canvas morphs hues at sunset.
The lake decants of its waders and pontoons.
Mirrored waters tranquil—a soothing elixir.
Tidy up and make camp for the night.
The campsite invited blissful slumber.
Natural waters reflected frond umbrellas.
An artificial lake at once sequestered.
Fuchsia shades spackled across dusky skies.
All had surfaced—I dove into a lost horizon.
Categories:
spackled, remember, summer,
Form: Free verse
Just two more hours till the Royal Ball
Alas, this zit wouldn't fade at all
Since no ointment would ease
I just gave it a squeeze
It crackled, then it spackled the wall
I knew soon that company would call
But how to hide that goop on the wall
Left no clues with my clothes
Wiped the ooze from my nose
Looks like I'll make the Ball after all
Categories:
spackled, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Branches thatch a spackled sky.
Snow lays itself down
to sleep lightly.
An airborne coyote-itch addles
drops of sunlight
until they drizzle.
Splatters of graying-green
on the hairy chops of groundhogs
as they scrape up a scant buffet.
One Scarlet Cardinal bobs,
its ruby flounced headdress
scattering scads of frost.
Winter shucks its hoary hide,
stepping through a muddy mirage
of Spring.
Fanged winds pounce.
Puddles of rain return to ice.
Categories:
spackled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Greening trees thatch a spackled sky,
but not yet.
Cardinals kick up patches of sound,
but not yet.
Winter is sowing Spring,
setting fire to mist and smoke,
planting flames onto a colorless sky,
coyote's itch in their dreams,
Do you imagine a smear of green
on the frozen mud,
or is it the new blood of the yet unborn?
Categories:
spackled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Written: November 19, 2023
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Beyond the ethereal hues, reigns peace,
Incongruous with intrinsic ease.
Noshing desire tugs at the core fibers of my soul,
Wear tiredness bruise, frailty, and out-of-control.
The twinges of awe distort and narrow,
Dazzling me with its emerald harrow.
Crushing the sunlight rays that spread,
Oozing a cruel throb of dryness in my head.
The emptiness hosts sight and sound,
The truth is revealed by my idle ground.
Controversy seeps through my arteries,
Providing a safe haven for my mysteries.
Salt penetrates the skin's surface,
Water waves form in pools as they face.
Sharing the mind wonderful disarray,
So utterly, I'll be in anguish all day!
Life is blasted against the glass akin to sand,
Time is marked by simple, quiet steps stand.
What remains is a barely flickering light,
That is a velvety smear spackled in the sight.
Categories:
spackled, analogy, appreciation, happiness, sky,
Form: Rhyme
Star spackled night sky.
In darkness I sit,
beneath the lights of The Milky Way.
They shine with a humble beauty
and remind me to look within.
Gazing out in introspection,
I'm struck by a realisation..
I am all that I see.
And all that I see is me.
Categories:
spackled, introspection, night, peace, perspective,
Form: Free verse
Last night a high wind
undressed the maple grove
it broke both twig and bough.
A flying carpet fell,
blood-tinted gold
spackled the woodland floor,
all in a heap and litter.
If you walk ankle-deep there
your shoes learn to speak
with the dying and the dead.
Categories:
spackled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
cockamamie and cockleburs —
spineless and spackled
hall of mirrors
2/12/2021
Categories:
spackled, imagery,
Form: Alliteration
Greening trees thatch a spackled sky.
Cardinals kick up patches of sound,
red periods and full-stops
amid an increasing catawampus.
I am far from song yet.
my ears are bats hung from chill temples,
but I do feel
a coyote-itch in my dreams,
do imagine a splatter of green
on the hairy chops of whistle pigs.
Categories:
spackled, poetry,
Form: Free verse
(Machine gun bullets, or is that rain?
Mud spackled riv'lets down the drain.)
Did you ever think that the truth was funny?
Same old joke for any Money.
Burns are red, bruises blue.
Enemies here in their village stew;
And with the same old same old thing to do.
Categories:
spackled, war,
Form: Free verse
i have kissed beneath summer’s sweltering
fragrance your array of spackled decay
in lovely gardens; sweet roses weltering
plundered and plucked; an incidental lay
beneath your satin I have run my fingers,
trembled as famished breasts groped my
own; your mellow poetry still lingers
imperviously enriching - and when i try
to kiss another i feel your haunting roots
encroaching my tingled thighs and i shake
beleaguered by your lavender; heat shoots
through laboring reeds sprouted mistakes
pale panhandlers passionately proposed
then by your tender
i’m awaiting... (so you suppose)
4/8/17
Categories:
spackled, lost love, love, lust,
Form: Sonnet
Peas in the laundry
Skates on the stairs
Car keys in the trash
(put there on a dare)
Raisins in the carpet
Cheerios in the john
Nail polish on the dog
Laundry dots the lawn
A child lives here it's clear to see
Or maybe two or four or three
And here's a jar with a bumblebee
Is that a bra up in the tree?
Peanut butter-spackled walls
Jelly-coated drapes
Toys scattered on the stairs
A fish tank full of grapes
Bubblegum stuck in the drain
Footprints made with tar
Tax returns in the circular file
House plants in the car
A child lives here, as you might guess
It's easy to tell from the godawful mess
And although at times I feel great stress
Most of he time, I feel well blessed.
Categories:
spackled, children, funny, games, humor,
Form: Rhyme
The picture is perfect
All spackled and new
Under dim-lit forsythia.
The reflection is shone
In the new fallen snow.
And base to the corner
Its' curiously known.
Each texture, each timber
So hallowed receive.
All the grandeur and loyal
So effortlessly groan.
Always windswept and drifting
Carefully blown.
Spring.
Categories:
spackled, recovery from...
Form: Light Verse