today a large owl
sits where pigeons like to roost
on winter branches
today a large owl
sits where pigeons like to roost
on winter branches
the sun returning
from vacation streams through
grimy window panes
from empty orbits
death jealously looks upon
life’s crystal vision
This piece is also published, with thanks, on The Skeptics Kaddish. https://skepticskaddish.com/2022/02/20/empty-orbits-or-crystal/
written in response to: https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/01/18/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-257-ekphrastic-photoprompt/#comments
a storm in the east
ghosts of memories retreat
a drawing of breath
wind and rain and snow
and still those geraniums
flush pink with pleasure
lurking, foreboding
sits on the periphery
waiting for first light
amidst the raindrops
flat white flakes like lint or ash
tumbling around us
darkness creeping in
caught between two weather fronts
watching for the storm
seasons of Thi-Wurd
voice, character, style and tone
writing and sharing
last summer’s flowers
still blooming in pots outside
tossed in winter storms
I dream so I write ..
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