National Poetry Month Celebration 2019 - Post Poems Here!

Post by **indar** » Sat Apr 13, 2019 12:43 pm

April 13

Falling Asleep to Music

Girls in blue gauze streamers
run glimmering through time tunnels:
phosphorescent trails.

Gibbons turning summersaults
handspring onto long, loose arms:
lifting, lowering pivot points.

An infinite layer of manta rays
swim in undulating perpetuity:
dark, temporal waters.

Indistinguishable shapes
hover, slide, change and break:
major to minor and fade.

Post by **Tracy Mitchell** » Sat Apr 13, 2019 12:52 pm

Love it, Indar, though I am kicking myself for your beating me to summersalting gibbons.

I must have been asleep at the keyboard.

Cheers.

T

Vaughn Neeld · Post by **Vaughn Neeld** » Sat Apr 13, 2019 2:31 pm

Lisa, love the eagle homage. I have been listening to Naki's beautiful music, and your poem fits the mood. Von

Vaughn Neeld · Post by **Vaughn Neeld** » Sat Apr 13, 2019 2:35 pm

Lisa, re "white fringed dress," love it, love it. I often write sensual poetry, and I wonder what the young poets who know me must think. I wonder if they wonder, "She had lovers? She had wild sexual escapes? She's SO old!" Ah, those glorious 60s and 70s. I'm glad for the memories.

Vaughn Neeld · Post by **Vaughn Neeld** » Sat Apr 13, 2019 2:44 pm

Dave, the blank space between the last line and "plop" gives the poem such a wonderful punch. I really like your work.

Vaughn Neeld · Post by **Vaughn Neeld** » Sat Apr 13, 2019 2:51 pm

Day 13

. . . - - - . . .
(S) (O) (S)

Way across the field
mellow black cows
graze on yellow grass.

Barbs on a distant fence
flick flashes of light
in obscure Morse Code.

Peace rising around me
lulls me into a trance.

If I succumb,
would I fall off this ledge
to float on the wind?

Or would I just fall
and fall
and fall?

Post by **Tracy Mitchell** » Sat Apr 13, 2019 3:52 pm

Ah, I can feel the falling.

Post by **indar** » Sat Apr 13, 2019 4:20 pm

the bag of knitting beside her rocker, its mouth
of needles and wool, the slippers she is shaping.

Hello bird woman

I can't find a favorite part to your poems they are so consistently wonderful throughout. But the sharp-shouldered hug, the bird-like aspect so exactly right. I commented on your bird poem earlier-the clipping of the flight feathers--but like a few other comments I made I lost it. I also remember your past bird poems. I digress.

This poem is an intimate study with no need for dramatic circumstances yet it is intensely touching. Love it.

Post by **indar** » Sat Apr 13, 2019 4:54 pm

Perhaps they are old
and somewhere a broke old man
could tell stories of his favorites.

OK Lisa you got me with this one. Life neglected, animal or human can send me into a funk because I know it's out there with a million ways to tell the story. Both the man and the horses in this telling.

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