Category Archives: poetic asides poems
.. She waits under a shattered sky for something to crack loose, fly into her waiting soul – some syllable of song, some righted wrong, some dragon tail of hum -bled phrase that might unlock the sun. She plays the … Continue reading
It’s not my birthday, but I’m wearing my suit and making a point. Call me Gift from God, call me Tressed Rider, call me crazy. But history shall give me more power than the steed between my legs. .. … Continue reading
.. We’ve known all along that we are building something from nothing, that each click together is all part of the design. We know dropped bricks mean sore soles, and that the instructions are long gone. We know the … Continue reading
She’s bruised, but I can’t tell if she’s abused …………….or just camera shy. .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.
.. I won’t try to fix you , if you’ll just let me fly. .. prompted by poetic asides.
.. Too soon, he realizes it’s use -less; she’s born …….too many scars. And besides, she’s shrinking again. Waning until she’s weightless, wantless, willed and whiled to sky. Ask him why he keeps at it, and he’ll tell you this: … Continue reading
.. I’m wonder and whim and why and wide …….open to this sun -set shrapnel sky. .. Another offering for today’s Poetic Asides prompt.