You Don’t Own the Poem

public domain photo - modified (darkened to night & added "fireflies")

You Don’t Own the Poem

(The Poem Owns You)

One night,

(mayhap after midnight)

you catch a glimpse of some-

thing (maybe moonlight)

sifting through the curtains,

dancing on the floor

and it draws you out-

side where you find (yourself

captivated by) some-

thing (perhaps a field

of wildflowers

lit by flickering fireflies)

  

You cup your hands

trying to capture

just a tiny smidgen

(with pen and ink)

of that beautiful,

magical glow

but you know

(no amount of holes

in any jelly jar lid

can sustain them

so) you have to

let them go.

PSC / 2019-Apr

Too Many Tocsins

a super storm - Public Domain photo

Too Many Tocsins

She’s bitterly in-

toxic-

ated, having

imbibed our poison-

ous concoctions

for far too long.

 Now she belches

flash fires, sneezes

gusts of debris & dust,

spews “super-storm”

tempests & tsunamis

and melts mountains

into rivers of mud. 

Her permafrost

is waxing temporary

as her ice caps liquefy

lifting up sea level in

perhaps a healthy attempt

to wash us all away.

This could be

our own personal

catechism of cataclysm,

and (I’m just wondering)

exactly how many tocsins

will it take

before we wake?

PSC / 2018

 #aprpad

Link to PD super-storm photo & additional info

From Finale to Prelude - PAD Day 4

From Finale to Prelude

In late autumn,

as she gathers up

seeds and pods,

(plucking them

from the garden,

depositing them in

her pocket), she’s

building a nest egg,

  stashing a cache,

making a vow,

a promise. Stepping

into December, she’s

already planning,

planting,

pledging

 May.

PSC /2017-Apr

My offering for Day 4 of Robert Lee Brewer's Poem-a-Day (PAD).
Assignment: beginning and/or ending poem

Winter Solstice Awakening

photo by PSC / Dec-2012

Winter Solstice Awakening

Even as the tipped earth

slips into grim winter

her sleeping soul startles

sensing the subtle shift,

this first sweet stitch

in Spring’s

finespun tapestry.

PSC / 2016

 

Be Leaf Me - Nov PAD day 11

photo by PSC 2016-11-14

Be Leaf Me

we are

(all of us)

ablaze in different colors,

flaunting our shades,

disparate shapes, sizes and textures.

Our routes (our roots)

may vary;

we’ve been borne on different branches

spanning the ages.

we share

histories and genealogies

similar and distinct

as alike as we are diverse

and still, the light

shines

through

us

all

PSC / 2016-11

Penned for Day 11 of Robert Lee Brewer's November PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge.   

Assignment: a description poem

For more, check out this link:  2016 November PAD - Day 11