Untitled (Aubade)

Love, love, the clouds went up the tower of the sky..
Pablo Neruda

@skyloverpoetry

See the gloss of daybreak
how light curves from oblivion
cuts a path over water –
you rise from bed, leave

your lover dreaming of a silken shore
and you, distant, a smooth pebble
skimming the mirrored sky
as the horizon burns –

Your eyes, deeper than estuaries –
your familiar hands, unravelling
songs written by the blue



For Karin Gustafson's Going, Going, Gone challenge, a poem in 55 words.

This is an open invitation to share your Flash 55 in the comment section below.
Here's to a Kick-Ass Weekend, for Galen and Hedgewitch, in her leave of absence.

Totem

Totem

I am cauldron
of the dark side of the sun –
multifoliate flower
on the blasted bough of midnight

I am furnace
burning with blackened flame –
tarnished coin
on the eye socket of death

I am shadow
stain of the blood moon –
mirthless medallion
caught between teeth of a fool’s grin




For Brendan's Totems challenge:  How would you carve your totem song?

Simplicity

@skyloverpoetry

Because of you, I love simplicity –

the flower of strawberry
five white petals that fall too soon

as I love the green certainty of fruit
in knowledge that summer returns

I love the simple courage of your hands –

I place upon your open palm
the sweet ripe berry of my heart

Because of you, love –




Because it's Friday, and time for Flash 55! Any one else who would like to participate, please add your link in the comments section below... and let's have a Kick-Ass Weekend for Galen & Hedgewitch, in her absence.

As A Stormcloud

As a Stormcloud
on Instagram

The west wind blew in
a poem lovely as a stormcloud –
it electrified my hair
and rained in my teacup
but I stirred, stirred
until it dissolved away
and I swallowed the bitter brew –
opting instead
to feel nothing today.


Micro Poetry ~ A Poem Lovely As

Sleep-Walker (Visual & Spoken Word)

I have recently ventured into the world of Instagram, looking for a new way to display my poems. Here, I share the pictures of a poem written with nib pen and ink in a moleskine notebook, and the reading on Soundcloud.

Sleep-Walker

Sleep-Walker
Instagram

Simple Remedies (Flash 55)

Simple things became surreal, malevolent
Maureen Hynes

@skyloverpoetry
Instagram

Poison doesn’t kill
you overnight
when you sip it slowly –

you forget the sting
of a bee
on the back of your hand
and marvel, instead
at its lightness of being –

you shed tears
for eulogies of strangers
merely half a cup of grief –

forget to mop the saltwater
bonfire of your own
unswallowed fears –



This poem is in part inspired by the title of Milan Kundera's post-modern novel, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, and in part by the photograph, entitled Still Life (1908) by Adolf de Meyer.
I have also used a selection of 5 words from the poem, The Horses, the Sorrow, the Umbilicus by Maureen Hynes and featured in Sherry's Wordy Thursday

I am posting selected poems on Instagram, so please follow me HERE.

For Friday Flash 55 Fans:

If anyone would like to share their 55-er this weekend, please leave a link in the comments below. Let's have a Kick-Ass Weekend.

For good measure, a reading.