National Poetry Month Celebration 2019 - Post Poems Here!

[Lecram06]

Tracy,

Indar must have rare indigo ink blessed by the Buddha.

[Tracy Mitchell]

Tracy,

Indar must have rare indigo ink blessed by the Buddha.

Yes, that is the way she tells it.

[Vaughn Neeld]

4-6-19

Now as the sun is going down is the perfect time for the following "snippet." Von

In a tree,
silouetted by dusk
still glowing,
an owl awakes
to contemplate
possibilities.


I really enjoy everyone's work, altho I can't always comment. Kudos, all.

 

[Colm Roe]

30 ways to die.
#7

Hard to watch,
each photo he took
took another piece of him
and for a little while,
a little of us.

Like his subjects, he died too early
in lands more alien to us than Roddenberry's.
Star Trek's Prime Directive prevailed.

A vulture stalks a starving little boy
move on, don't interfere. 
Another boy drinking piss straight from a cow's backside
move on....

With famine still in my psyche
each shot hit 
dead centre.

I know now, no matter how hungry I am
I'll never be hungry.
Kevin didn't save those boys
but together, they probably saved millions.

[NicoleMichaels]

MILES CITY

I was glad you were just the kind to skip
the beer garden as too crowded,
so much jostling,
hats sprouting like mushrooms in manure,
foam mustaches rimming plastic cups.

We hurried to beat a thunderstorm after the sale,
whole strings of horses pushing and shoving at their trailers.
The wind picked up - you snugged one arm around me -
the animals’ eyes rolled back in their heads,
lead ropes pulled taut.  

I asked you to load all the slate blue clouds,
I wanted to take them home.
They rushed us as if ganged in a chute -
you mimed a gate -
your hold on me tightening as you smiled.

[indar]

Lecram06 wrote: ↑Sat Apr 06, 2019 10:13 pm Tracy,

Indar must have rare indigo ink blessed by the Buddha.

Yes, that is the way she tells it.

Only on those rare occasions that I want to levitate while writing.

 

[Gyppo]

NAPO 7 - 2019

Wind Across The Downs

Wind following hillside contours
then collapsing, energy spent,
from pushing millions of stems apart.

Miles of waving grass
creating patterns of light and shadow,
complex as weaving flocks of Starlings.
Too subtle, yet too directed 
to be mere chance.

These are the times when,
no matter how pragmatic your nature,
you sense the stirring of something else, 
something more than self and physics.

Gyppo

[Gyppo]

I asked you to load all the slate blue clouds,
I wanted to take them home.
They rushed us as if ganged in a chute -
you mimed a gate -
your hold on me tightening as you smiled.

It's a vivid picture, I can see and hear the horses straining their head ropes and the almost orderly rush of people racing the weather but not wanting to panic their horses.

But the image of someone wanting to take the clouds home, to save and savour their majesty or even terror, was particularly captivating.  We all have moments we want to freeze, or at least prolong to seal a better image into the film of our memory.

You've succeeded in transferring one of yours to my film.

Gyppo

[Colm Roe]

NAPO 7 - 2019

Wind Across The Downs

Very nice poem Gyppo, sweeps us gently
to your spiritual conclusion.

[Tracy Mitchell]

Gyppo - some fine poetry in you #7 Poem -- loved following along.

Nicole -- Miles City Rodeo? Sure has that feel. Love it.

Colm -- #7 is a hard poem, strong on topic as usual.

Great to see you folks' wonderful production.