Thready Poems | Examples

Random Dream

Raw like apples on a tree.
Waiting on my journal to come to life. 
Having too many bumble bees who don’t know much.
I enjoy the crisp bite that shatters. 

Golfing across the state.
T-shirts with a picture of earth on them. 
Walking around like dragonflies would,
Assuming they lost their wings. 

Brush my teeth as the bristles collide. 
Like the display fan in the store. 
Soft sounds. 
Thready around my spine.

At 4:31 am, it’s time. 
To sleepwalk to the kitchen. 
Go back to bed again. 
Start a new one. 

Raw like a paper bag in a puddle. 
Crumbles in my invisible fingers…

Summertime Haiku

    an abloom  Sunshine
   the soundless, thunderous weave
    the hued, thready  dawn

Sitting Quietly in May

Some might say,
 it's just another day
but the days so quickly pass
 age marking time far too fast;

spring was a season of mixed messages
 days of rain and dampened dew
 full of old memories, 
 walking the garden with you,
then came the buds, the blossoms, and the bloom
 life rushed on, 
 no regrets to exhume,
 the gentler days of flowering and you;

in looking back
 the early days moved slowly and steady
 with struggles through laughter, tears, and joy thready
 but you were there ever at the ready;
lost to the days of April into May
 and I am still here tears as I pray,
 my eyes on the stars
 wondering what happened 
and where you are.

The Wrist

The Wrist

Bears the watch marking time
And moments sublime

Shakes the hand to impress
And flaunt success

Deftly bends to play the notes of staccato
And trills of vibrato

Takes the pain
As drugs enter the vein

Radial pulse strong and steady
Then later thready

The rhythm of life eventually ceasing
Unleashing, cut like a knife

A Courteous Curtain

A courteous curtain
Looked thready with fine silk
Scenting of my core
Which led linger rose in my mind
And with no fleeing ticks
But almost ding-dong devotes
Potent day and night
Shrouds,when I come in
Shields,when I come out
Dripping that cotton every moment
For not to streets cowslips
To steal me from her role
Let I vocal vomits vociferously
"Am I boastful beaming as her turban?
Oh,I love you courteous curtain
For vile of my days"

A Private Fishing Hole

My uncle took me fishing.
He’d smoke his favorite briar
Stuffing the cherry blend in with stubby
Welsh fingers more suitable for digging coal,
Than compacting mulched tobacco leaves.

A line taut between his index finger and his thumb,
He took a thready pulse of a line strung along the pole.
He told me stories of his growing up:
Painting my grandfather’s car ruined by feathers
Blown in from a cock who’d recently been plucked.

He would hand the pole to me to relight his pipe, he said.
And fumble among the hundred pocket vest
Pockets for his Zippo lighter 
I liked surreptitiously to smell 
And play endlessly with clicking of its top.

A trout would tug my line, bolt arching up 
Above the water’s edge and topple back to tug again.
I’d play it back and forth until I played it up on shore.
And put it in a basket made of hardened wicker weave.
Some men fish for fishing's sake and others to make fishermen.  (2/7/02)

Portugese Lady

Part of the masses, another blue-bottle blip
ocean-sweeping ~ sailing blue-massive
oscillo-roaming-wind 
spinning a dizzy-spherical war ~

The appetite to be sated where a new current
ushers constant unpredictability on its menu:
gleaming silver thrashes on its thready hang

Each usual sting, brings on a singular cringe
so predictable are its shivers of alas-morass
entrenched within a genetic-evolutionary psyche…

Luffing, she swells on the blue-flowing-feel
another turn, she is riding with the armada
Dining, diving, leaving divining to the wind,
yet wielding its surprising, wispy, sublimity ~

(11/30/20 For 'it is what it is or is it' contest)

I Heard Death Calling

I heard the squelch of death again,
        it happened in yoga when I was Zen;
      coming quickly and I was not ready,
        then, I was quite dizzy and unsteady.
  I felt myself fading and everything was dark,
  floating in an abyss once more like a lark;
    and I was laying in a place like a park,
              and my brain hurt with a migraine.

              I heard talking every now and then,
        and I wanted so much to complain;
      to tell the floating people I was heady,
        and that my heart beat felt quite thready.
  But my words were a slurred question mark,
  'till after ten hours I felt some kind of spark;
    and realized that to Heaven I did not embark-
             the doctor said from yoga, please refrain!

______________________________
September 16, 2019


Poetry/Rhyme/I Heard Death Calling
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1181-408-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

NA in the contest, Welcome To My Random World, Judged 9/20/2019

Submitted to the contest, NA- A Rerun 3
sponsor, John Hamilton

Sixth Place

Christmas Eve

CHRISTMAS EVE

He lay abed
That most tranquil of nights
Aghast at moon and stars
Dad had painted for his delight

In one charmed corner
A spider was swinging
From his thready design
Outside   strolling carolers singing

Then he rubbed his eyes
In wonder and awe
Blinked the pair twice
To clear what he saw

For a mist had developed
About his dark room
And from it bright light
From out of the gloom

Winged angels from glory
Appeared neath a star
And came flock-tending shepherds
From countries afar

3 kings richly dressed
Rode up on their camels
To a manger scene
With various animals

And the star
Shown down on a bed of hay
Where Mary and her new born
Babe did lay

The lad sat up in bed
Struck warm to the core
With a wondrous blessing
He’d not sensed before

He dropped to his knees
Thanking heaven above –
Toys    Santa forgot -
Prayed world peace    divine love 

Dave Austin

Morning Glimpses

MORNING GLIMPSES

showering
         sudden daddy
                 those impossibly thready legs

morning coffee
cat intrudes
sugar in its fur

out the kitchen window
snow lingers
on one flat rooftop

coffee    and
       wonderful morning quiet
shattered!      by rock

Lifeline

Defibrillator, I have to set..
Cardiac monitor, I need to attached..
Intravenous lines, workingly patent..
Emergency drugs, positioned on standby...

His color turning to pale then bluish..
His breathing starts to become shallow..
His limbs become to loose and cold..
His pulse thready and weak..

On high alert!
On high alert!
Is it the end of his life?
Or is already the beginning of his death?

By: olive_eloi
2:01am
10/11/2013

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"life too beautiful to stay stagnant, keep on moving onwards....."

To the Heart

Heart...
I feel you beating thready and weak..
I feel you murmuring me to stop..
I feel you throbbing softly aghast..

Heart...
Why did we trust and give in so fast?
We should have guessed things doesn't last..
We should have been careful for things casts..

Heart...
Will you get some more little rest..
So long, I do not like you again be on test..
I do not like you more on mess...

Heart...
Follow me, I'm above you..
I know which one is better for you..
I learned from past and present blues..
Indeed, I'm knowledgeable enough for the cues..

Heart..
I speak kindly to you..
Kindly mind me once..
This the mind pleading and speaking...

By: olive_eloi
sept. 16, 2013
4:48pm

The Art of Dental Floss

Here's a tangled    thready    mass of dental floss
Glued on some canvas board with gesso
Each layer of the spider's snare dyed a different color
One layer dried    then    layered o'er another
Oh    the marl-morning    sour-gut history
The saw-toothed    plaque-frozen    mystery!
There's corn    beans and sirloin on the string
Microscopic V-8    a thermal-digested chicken wing
Good    bad    medium days
Hidden 'neath    and in filet

Here's Jackson Pollock    with his dripping
Splashing    abstract expressionism
Pollock   though a genius    failed
In splashing paint    pale after pale
To realize a more thrifty    less messy way
To say    through teeth    what he had to say

Captivating

Night falls upon the ocean deep
When all that is weary and fast asleep
Silvery sage colored moon 
Hanging over a blue black ocean in June 

Mixing up a bowl of vast sea mystery 
Your bountiful glory deliveries thee 
Hung above your horizon line 
your ebony view is peerless and undefined 

A calming rush onto sand and shore 
Your most admirable cycles to explore
Bottomless caverns and hidden decor
Thrashing movements reach a tidal roar 

Salty wake of white foaming endurance 
Thready seaweed washed up on the land 
your texture and frangrance spread out in a strand 
Night ocean you perplex my intrigue   
I watch through this window despite my fatigue

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