On the other side is serenity. I am a tree, growing by rings of the year,losing a branch or twig now and then,being bent and creaked by the wind. But inside, deeply under scratchy bark,my sap flows silently in the darkto every twig and leaf, flower and fruit. It takes time to find serenity’s root.Time […]
Poetry Corner: Untie the (K)not
Untie the (k)not,that one in your middle.The (k)not that says you can’t survivethe one that keeps you from feeling alive. Untie the (k)not,that one in your chest.The (k)not that holds your fear of loving,the one that keeps your wings from soaring. Untie the (k)not,that one in your throat.The (k)not that locks away your words,the one […]
Poetry Corner: Breathe
Breathing, Me breathing soulBreathing, Lover breathing feelingBreathing, House breathing heatBreathing, Fish breathing waterBreathing, Shells breathing chimes Breathing, Earth breathing windBreathing, Humans breathing usBreathing, Moon breathing EarthBreathing, the Universe breathes Everything breathes, everything livesWind and water, Earth and MoonYou and I, lover and soulWe breathe, we live; breathe… © 2011 Joanne Sprott
Poetry Corner: Crayons
Smell of waxstrikes nostrils first,before eyes even registerpointed color. Red hogs the eye,fills all the pupil space:Pay attention!Fill me with lipstick kisses! Then yellow, shining cheery,tries to wither the green.Could put my hands in the greengrass wrapped around my toes. Can you tell orange’s not a fav?Skipped it in the rainbow, I did.Never been sure […]
Poetry Corner: What Are You Waiting For?
I’m just sitting here on this wall,The sun is beating down,I wonder if I’ll fall What am I waiting for? Could be a true blue thunderstorm,A major avalanche,Or a world to be born. What am I waiting for? You’re standing in the doorway thereWith shadows on your face,And moonlight in your hair. What are you […]
Poetry Corner: Locked Light
The last time, a flood.Locked her up after that.Been waiting forfear to subside. For tides to wash awaythe bones, the deathI cooked from crushed heartsbleached of passion. That light just feels, feelstoo bright, too strong,a scorching wavefor a desert shore. But I haven’t looked,not since then;where’s the key?Ah, in her pocket. All that time, aeons […]
