Did you remake yourself
out of rust and algae again?
Yesterday was a gray beached hull
now it’s summer in the cornfields,
the tangy air has a towheaded fizz.
The mosquitoes have submarines
they crash-dive each new morn.
The flowers are all gulping,
and the rain is just enough.
Light flirts around mossy steel silos
and the brick and mortar works
of grandfatherly hands.
Sorry I missed you,
I hear your dawn was spectacular,
that the mist was a chromed coin
on the tongues of farm hands.
At that moment
I was watching a nickel dipped sunrise
paddle over a shimmering horizon.
I photographed it,
but missed all the otherness elsewhere,
and of course you had changed again
before I could get to you.
Categories:
towheaded, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Did you remake yourself
out of rust and algae again?
Yesterday was a gray beached hull
now it’s summer in the cornfields,
the tangy air has a towheaded phiz.
The mosquitoes have submarines
they crash dive each new morn.
The flowers are all gulping,
and the rain is just enough.
Light flirts around mossy steel silos
and the brick and mortar works
of long belted vicinities.
Sorry I missed you,
I hear your dawn was spectacular,
that the mist was a copper penny
on some other tongues.
At that moment
I was watching a nickel dipped sunrise
paddle over another Ohioan horizon.
I photographed it,
but missed your otherness elsewhere,
and of course you had changed again
before I could get to you.
Categories:
towheaded, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Rambling Indiangrass long,
skirt pleats hide shy pale knees,
untied hair flies flirty breeze -
asters in basket throng
with purity of wild white
in wicker natural,
petals pressing tactual
absorbed in beauty quite
spectacular. With my hand
I brush the sways of gold,
towheaded seedpods add bold
plumed flourish to the land.
Feathered heads rising to peek
‘bove teal blades turned yellow
graceful in ripened mellow,
silky Autumn mystique.
Susan Ashley
September 23, 2018
~ Eighth Place ~
Contest: Enclosed Rhyme - September, 2018
Sponsor: Dear Heart
*Rambling: to walk aimlessly or idly over or through. To wander around in a leisurely manner.*
Categories:
towheaded, appreciation, autumn, beauty, nature,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
a breath of light
touched her towheaded son
as she reached out to find sunshine
in a moonlight song....
you can find beauty and hope
in the darkest places men's hearts can dream
you can be saved by the smile on your face
if you just believe
nothing can keep you from
being loved again...
she held her towheaded son close to her
as daybreak was outshined
by her joyful smile...
she had learned that lifes road
was hills to struggle up
with the sweat pouring from your labored brow
and the lighthearted dash
along a river of joys
she was alive with hope
and her darling baby boy
she will walk with him till he's a man
in this woman's heart
its her towheaded son that's her sunshine
© 2016 mark john junor all rights reserved
Categories:
towheaded, baby, beautiful, beauty, child,
Form: Free verse