Autumn, a time for reflections on reflections,
and they are rife, linked to pearly grey sky,
lake, puddle, mud strewn path or no,
while each steep cliff face boldly juts,
sheer defiance without concession or a budge,
through jagged edge loadstone chipping,
as the chilling froth-tipped sea mounts its saline tumult, irrespective of an iron cast continuing rebuttal.
One can pass the baton to u turn so turbulent,
within our mental recess at end of summer phase.
September signpost deigns to whisper,
of a scenic telltale hint and tint,
this somber colour gloss an imposition on July,
sunburst relish, such a sullen flashback,
amid the garden suite indigo plot,
beyond a purposeful utopian expanse,
which every avid green-fingered artisan must doff,
their pale straw rimmed hat to,
that transit between seasons, annual curtain drop,
awash with predetermined wish fulfilment,
glow upon each glitter that sparks our child,
eternal down the ages,
somehow yet an underlying dread might spoil
or pamper,
in such icicle entanglement so wicked in its frozen mosaic,
chase indelible precursor now more than ever so inevitable.
Categories:
telltale, art, beautiful, beauty, character,
Form: Free verse
rain bursts from the clouds
as tiny ambassadors...
to announce the spring
date: 3/31/22
syllable counter: "how many syllables"
Categories:
telltale, rain,
Form: Haiku
The eyes reveal much more than any word,
sound, or even subtle body shift.
Let the other person’s optics be your cue
to leave or stay.
Posted in Quotes as well as poetry section.
16 th February 2022.
All my own work to the best of my knowledge.
Categories:
telltale, art, birth, character, deep,
Form: Free verse
Scats scattered in field
tell who or what's been there.
Footprints lined up
like string of daisy chain
stick figures in rogues gallery
outside the window,
tell who's been where, and when.
Outside the grass is indented, sticks snapped
leaves out of place, leaf litter rustled,
Inside the room wreaks of disturbance
tells me someone has entered,
someone has been in there.
Odours lingering and lolling a
bout in still dank room air
tell whose been doing what, in there.
There are no secrets
hidden from telltale tattles,
forensic.
Categories:
telltale, peace,
Form: Free verse
Spacetime but emergent,
the string on nature’s kite
Reeling in a looming giant
—beyond both day and night
(Amtrak R5: July, 2021)
Categories:
telltale, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Life is most visible
in its imperfections
Cracks in the hourglass
—us wanting more
(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)
Categories:
telltale, life,
Form: Free verse
A cloudy sky pouts, under threat of rain,
as a brisk breeze rattles my windowpane.
While a ghostly fog reinforces doubts,
under threat of rain; a cloudy sky pouts.
There's little change; Winter is persistent,
any trace of Spring is nonexistent.
April is gone, and May is acting strange;
Winter is persistent; there's little change.
Winter is stalling, reluctant to leave,
sending signals, the wishful misconceive.
And defying Nature, She's stonewalling;
reluctant to leave; Winter is stalling.
There's no trace, not one telltale sign of Spring;
climate change is mucking with everything.
Until Winter leaves, Spring won't show Her face,
not one telltale sign of Spring; there's no trace.
We will be in June before you know it,
Spring is stalling; not willing to commit.
Another miserable afternoon,
before you know it, we will be in June.
Categories:
telltale, 10th grade, anxiety, april,
Form: Quatrain
Tyrannical,
tourette-ical,
tic-tic-tic-tic-tocking,
twisting, tangling, tumbling,
the words tie in tight Gordian knots
trying to flee the faltering tongue
in a staggering, staccato rhythm,
sounds now chat, chat, chat, chattering
out of his mouth as unpredictable
and uncoordinated utterances;
as if, as if, as if, AS....IF
they were bubbles, popping
as they rise, rise
from the depths
of the sea.
Categories:
telltale, abuse, bullying, fear, imagery,
Form: Free verse