A good one from We Drink because We’re Poets. Here’s my take:
Blustering grey clouds
No cover for the weary
Winter eyes shiver
Monday poetry prompt #17
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Down to the beach
I went down to the beach in sworls
Longing for sun-bound benediction,
The binding waves’ delight
I went down to the beach in fancy,
The souls of a billion stars
Shone in the sand-blown wind
I went down to the beach in breathless,
Red-green ancient charts
New sprung each forgotten day
I lost my footprints
Without a glance
Summer, then
Surfing the faint, tireless breeze
Music from a distant park
The last half-hearted song
Of the sparrow
Fireflies like paper lanterns
In a far-away twilight
Long before conditioned air
In the hot, moist summer
Even clocks stopped running,
Too slow to mark
The interminable hours,
The memories, the sweat
Whole eternities passed
In the too long days
Of the too short summers
So entirely gone
There is no stylus so precise
As to record the passage of a soul
From one moment to the next
The idler in Riga
Yesterday I nearly wept
To hear the ancient tongue
Cascade around my ears
Sublimely ordinary
Plain as a sandy dune
Carved by endless dark winters
Intense like an eternal
Too short summer
So unbearably sweet
The rythms cradled me
The voices called my soul’s name
In tongues yet older
All slung across helplessly
I wept for all that’s gone
All that’s lost
All that’s rediscovered
Ragged by grieving
But still sound still standing
Still
In the fathomless geography of the heart
Are journeys as yet untaken
Rivers yet unrafted to seas
Unstilled by weathering
Winter
Looking back in the midst of a difficult Spring. This started out as a pair of quasi-haiku.
Tree reaching for sky
Arms wide open
Embracing a winter moon
Winter’s killing freeze
Falls equally on all things
The white crocus waits
exiles child 