Timbered Poems - Poems about Timbered

..."Too often we don't treasure the value of a moment until it's becomes a memory." ~ by poet In a melancholy moment I painted a sad portra......Read the rest...

...Between the reaching shades of tall trees copper-leafed hillocks’ catch fire, ghost flames burnish the slow stealth of evening. A translucent straw-light seen only through the thumb hole of ......Read the rest...

...Some old wooden houses are deep, they have porticos, piazza, loggia, gables, and cupola. There rooms are arboreal they knot, curl and jut. A memory rocks me gently in its timbered embra......Read the rest...

...Where frosty flurries flourish Sailing silver clouds stop, Driving drips do nourish Where would-be rains drop Above a timbered tundra land Laden lumber under showy snow, Pretty piles of icy i......Read the rest...

...A quiet fury gathered on Horizon’s distant side. Its merciless intensity was destined to collide with unsuspecting entities entombed beneath the ground all huddled ‘neath a canopy, immune to earth......Read the rest...

...Some old wooden houses are deep, they have columns and porticos, piazza, loggia, gables, and cupola. There rooms are arboreal they knot. curl and jut outward as the limbs of a still treeing hous......Read the rest...

...The woods have been gathering here for long generations, they have their own arboreal language, a nocturnal patois ground out by layers of ligneous skins. The language is arcane, it arrives fro......Read the rest...

...A priest once told me that the lump on my hand was a ganglion, a fortress of fat besieged by health. At last it burst and the hand swelled like an old man's, shovel shaped and splayed. It was......Read the rest...

...A living forest, Where chirping birds chorale and Butterflies whispers, Beyond my styled wood door, and Timbered home of nailed panels. 2019 September 18......Read the rest...

...A living forest, Where chirping birds chorale and Butterflies whispers, Beyond my styled wood door, and Timbered home of nailed panels. Date: 04/28/2019......Read the rest...

...A fever in the midst of a winter chill; a shiver in the heat of the summer sun- For love is not a choice but the kismet of undeniable passion and kindness. And that is what love is to me- th......Read the rest...

...You rock me wildly To the black rhythms of juju music from the radio; Drinking horn in hand. Not too drunk to tread The course of blue, warmth And moaning shadows behind batiste curtain. ......Read the rest...

...the following sloop of words rowed and towed together as they came into my periscoptic poop deck with slight emendation from thee oar ridge in hull. ---------------------------------------------......Read the rest...

...That Dark Day, Our Childhood Castle Was Felled Deed was dark, day of its felling deafening that mighty crash! Tragic this tale of the telling thoughtless men, acting so rash. Where rests now......Read the rest...

...Imagine with me if you would be so kind to assume each relationship with a tree as iconic, at least worth the sacred paper humane scripture is written on a timbered tree. Imagine as a Tree ......Read the rest...