First pub. in The Houston Review
utah bolder
eye widening rock
pastels bold in harvest's sun--
basalt garden wonder
--
dying leaves fluttering
scarlet
oaks and aspen into glory
--
at the park's bat box
my grandson scooping up handfuls
of dust
and swinging it loose--
fogged clouds
lighted by sunshine
that disperse
back to cleated ground
--
gull wings
lightly spraying over gray clod fields
6-year drought--
so 'irrigating'!
--
photo:lkaklimited
--
date palms swaying up
in crimson's sky
feather dusting
dusk
--
Lapping Ideas
Backstroking across the ceiling
white gulls of light arcing
wing refraction
from the high intensity bulbs above
that shekel-flash on the blue body waves of the pool
bright incandescent—dare we say transcendent—lights
swimming in this liquid marble
strikes of lightening broken
and broken on the waves
like archetypes that shimmer in this cavern
and electrify under water across the blue cement,
chimeras of our mental synapses;
After the swim, stepping out the glass door
into the brilliant sunlight--
Shades of Plato.
--
shadowed mail box
overwhelmed by green, purple
bloom jungled wonder
--
Morning
a trail of dashes
translucent on our red brick--
night's telltale caller
--
lines, no white clothes but
birds black in a row clothes-pinned
to telephone wires
--
starbacked
starbacked night, coffee-drunk sky:
rows of cars metal
at the red orb,
anonymous
a lone skateboarder foot-struts,
waiting for the flash of sage green
his board-wheeler a bill of adding
getting a toehold
from the faceless
hidden in their dark auto glass
street
fathomless
when all dreams night
into marred perception
--
Fog rising in the west
Watercolor washed
Horizon faded jean
Sky filled east
By the blazing sun
Over
Our
Central Valley
--
falling like cold ash--prayer in our last hour
--
dusked stars, galactic stream--shimmering in twilight
--
snow falls to crystal
path deep white over my knees--
light inside my head
--
ice melts
clear splashes on the teak matt
our heat,
'tinder' intense caresses
and our slushious kiss
--
warped fence boards in sand
lean askew toward green windbreak--
old gnarled cypress
--
horse trailer rattles
by curved eucalyptus leaves
that skit to gutter
--
yellow-beaked birds perch
in the wind-shifted branches
clamorous squawking
--
Cambria fire
green vines wind up fences
bursting with succulent grapes--
but dusted in ash
--
crinkly gray strands caught
in my black brush of bristles
approaching heir time
--
Up Early
In the gray-hazed dawn
Pale light blossoms
Softly explode from a violet tree
Rising by a jade-green hedge
Birdsong morning
--
Night Watch Psalm
Walled granite
Moonlight
One mile
Down
Below the rocked rim
In the rusted Canyon
Rushing Colorado
River russet copper;
Nearby in the evened dusk
I lay ‘stilled,’ a silent psalm
In the shine
Of that lighted granite
Eyes wide in the dawn
Of that Night
--
Misplaced?
Lost?
Seek the moral compass
Round the world ringed
Compassioned--
Don't pass by on the other side;
Be passionate
And encompass
Love's Sphere
Found
--
starlight
when one doesn't
see the dark
---
Some poems first pub. in The Green Silk Journal, Stylus Poetry Journal, Idlewheel, ink sweat and tears, 4 and 20 poetry, Full of Crow, The Cherry Blossom Review, etc.
In poetry's lightness,
Dan Wilcox
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