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Pebbling this shore of our universe
...a meteor shower of words on this eve... Playing blues on my keyboard-- picking out despair on pixel strings -- Up Early In the gray-hazed dawn Pale light blossoms Softly explode from a violet tree Rising by a jade-green hedge Birdsong morning -- rain puddle on oil red and blue swirls on blacktop-- a peacock feather -- dark cliff walls except in the narrows of our canyon-- that moon First pub. 3-line poetry --- harvest ogre marshmallows under the blue oz of sky-- plastic-wrapped hay bales First pub. In Full of Crow -- a trail of dashes translucent on our red brick-- night’s telltale caller --First pub. 4and20poetry -- Night Watch Psalm Walled granite Moonlight One mile Down Below the rocked rim In the rusted Canyon Rushing Colorado River russet copper; Nearby in the evened dusk I lay ‘stilled,’ a silent psalm In the shine Of that lighted granite Eyes wide in the dawn Of that Night -- Perspective Moments flash Like falling meteors-- Precious glories, I miss Because I pine for that remote quasar Whose light taunts-- Starred fixation, yet it burned out Many a millennium ago--past Light years Gone -- Misplaced? Lost? Seek the moral compass Round this world ringed Compassioned-- Don't pass by on the other side; Be passionate And encompass Love's Sphere Found -- starlight when one doesn't see the dark --- seashore under seagulls kiting, molten froth waves roll in-- we hotfoot it across sand -- Outside the Limit Working the Thursday graveyard shift But alert in the night, I muse in stillness Awash drowned in awe, Transcendent Luminousness, Aware beyond words vivid bliss Blessed all-encompassing exalting surpassing Great Essence’d Wonder Of Becoming -- Cape May Light Back then Her young wedding eyes glistened More than the prism'd Fresnel lens That centered our lives On the Jersey shore; She's a Keeper. -- horse trailer passing by tan scythed eucalyptus leaves that skit along gutter -- Retreaded I’m retreaded but road-tired, Rolling across cantankerous land Though, thank heavens—knock around On pavement And Redwood, Not yet sent off to a ‘board and card’ mansion, Rehearsing… You know where decks and bingo “Was a dog…” chips or Markers Define the tokened measures of your life-- Or where Reclining and breathing entertain you. No, I stand in wonder, Disabled though, and tremble Wander Here and now, I exist, a fading spark of awed experience-- Transcendence, Conscious breathing carbon, oh so brief Then ash Scattered-- Any meaning marker? -- In fall's leaved trees Melted rainbows dripping Among the branches Colorful collages Assaulting our senses -- manta ray sting of the hoe blade -- warped fence boards in sand lean askew toward green windbreak old gnarled cypress -- lines, no white shirts but birds black in a row clothes-pinned to the telephone wires -- Falling like cold ash on our faces—prayer in our last hour -- Imprisoned A black barred window Locking out the evened sky Or rungs to the stars -- date palms swayed up in the crimson sky feather dusting dusk -- snow falls to crystal trail, deep white over my knees light inside my head --Dan Wilcox Short Poems First Pub. by Willows Wept Review, 4 and 20 Poetry, Full of Crow, hotmetalpress.net, lyrical passion poetry, Poetry Pacific, Liturgical Credo, Flutter Poetry Journal, The Mindful Word, a handful of stones, The Cherry Blossom Review Stylus Poetry Journal, Three Line Poetry, Idlewheel literary friction, The Mississippi Crow Posted by Daniel Wilcox Labels: aware, birdsong, dawn, eve. psalm, haiku, Light, meteors, morning, mystical, nature, pebbles, shooting stars, short poems, stones, transcendence, tree, violet, meteors |
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