Unlocked Rivers

My response to Rilke’s Duino Elegies. This is number Seven. over dirty feathers sand pieces and falling sun o crystal creature this droplet of flesh his humbled form talk is small small talk tiny talk lording over billowed heart huge rising expansive breaking tidal pushing midnight reaping clouds kissing imaginary moon balloon in my chestContinue reading “Unlocked Rivers”

Water

  there is a wave inside my body a heated flank a slow tsunami pulling upward like tongue or soul sliding my notes taking my wounds…. it follows a soothing determined path a pink wash sweeping a dark pink purpose, it loosens me it releases me I glide like wings melting floss becoming a rush ofContinue reading “Water”

Dry Water

    Dry…… over nothing not something ……………….. blank look dusty tongue, paper dry underfoot, toes shy away….    ….        ………… too dry. Mind hiding empty fear parched impressions, left here. Falsely still, chalky friction. A void?   Something (forgotten) not nothing…… something rushing, filling, flowing choking not dust but, wet thickContinue reading “Dry Water”

Rain Like Love

Rain like love drop on my fingertip, on the green sliding leaf silver pregnant rain drop on my nose falling love full drops join and frolic silver lost in swirling brown eddy’s of emotion, silver to brown and back again beauty on lashes, before the eyes always changing ,moving water thick with being, too slipperyContinue reading “Rain Like Love”

Silver Poetry

All That Glitters Is Not Gold

Unfettered BS

it is all just bullshit anyway.....

MYMonkey MIND

Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told

Post Scriptum Poets

Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything

InkBlots and IceBergs

musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry

This and That

In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.

Blossomine🌼

Scripting the desires that are soul deep

cosmos reflection

poetry that speaks to you

Africa Zwelibanzi

The Poetry Monarch.

Jeffrey Pillow

Life, death, and everything in between

TEXAS OUTLAW POET

JEFF CALLAWAY

Purple Haze

Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!

The Lonely Author

Pain goes in, love comes out.

The Realm

well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.