Winnowing Winds
No winds are winnowing enough
To put a quill back in the hands of the dead poet
Or confidence back in the trachea of the strangled speaker
In me
Because no words are as vile
As no words at all
Where they're wanted
Sensitivity not sublime
Nor careful when it comes by
I feed no attention to the egocentric
I don't sew my lips before
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Categories:
winnowing, lonely,
Form: Free verse
In the Cool Night Air
The bistred day has fallen still,
A darkened mead hangs overhead;
The hush within the evening chill
Chants now the yore is gone to bed.
A gently breeze steals from the west,
Cool along the shadowed lanes;
The sunburned broil, now at rest,
Its warmth has gone, though still remains.
The cool night air stands all alone
Anon the past is gone to
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Categories:
winnowing, imagery, inspirational, nature, night,
Form: Rhyme
Lamet
Lamet!
is what she hears first
him, screaming her second name
as he descends upon her
no time to process
gravity
a thud, tearing her core to shavings
Maiweeeee! She is puzzled.
His baritone dropping the 'n'
agitation
a wooden scrabble.
Nothing is left between her
and Pee, not a grain
all’s crushed
smothering their screams
interlocking their groans.
He is a pawn, no saphead
giving it to her, a pounding
her splinters
putting
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Categories:
winnowing, africa, allegory, pain, word
Form: Free verse
The Winnowing Or
THE WINNOWING
Wake of harvest, came time for winnowing
Separation loosing chaff from the grain
Bake of bread that gave them a bestowing
Creation: body nurture that they’d fain
Make in life, a time for spirit growing
Valuation of virtues not to strain
Then we might cherish food for soul above
When we winnow, retain the grain of love
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Categories:
winnowing, life,
Form: Ottava rima
Winnowing
I don't care
how they read
as long as there's
a grain of truth
with the sand
someone will winnow
it out.
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Categories:
winnowing, life,
Form: Free verse