a meteor shower of words on this eve...
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
---
seashore
under seagulls kiting,
molten froth waves roll in--
we hotfoot it across sand
--
Outside the Limit
Working the Thursday graveyard shift
But alert in the night, I pray in stillness
Awash drowned in awe, the Personal
Luminousness, aware beyond words vivid bliss
Blessed all-encompassing exalting surpassing
Great parabled One Pearl of Being
--
Morning
a trail of dashes
translucent on our red brick--
night's telltale caller
--
Cape May Light
Back then
Her young wedding eyes glistened
More than the prism'd Fresnel lens
That centered our lives
On the Jersey shore;
She's a Keeper.
--
horse trailer
by curved eucalyptus leaves
that skit in the gutter
--
dark cliff walls
except in the narrows of our canyon--
that moon
--
Retreaded
I’m retreaded but road-tired,
Rolling across cantankerous land
Though, thank heavens—knock around
On pavement
And redwood,
Not yet sent off to a ‘board and card’ mansion,
Rehearsing…
You know where decks and bingo
“Was a dog…” chips or
Markers
Define the tokened measures of your life--
Or where
Reclining and breathing entertain you.
No, I’m bound for that promised land…
--
rain puddle on oil
red and blue swirls on blacktop--
a peacock feather
--
In fall's leaved trees
Melted rainbows dripping
Among the branches
Colorful collages
Assaulting our senses
--
manta ray
sting
of the hoe blade
--
warped fence boards in sand
lean askew toward green windbreak
old gnarled cypress
--
lines, no white shirts but
birds black in a row clothes-pinned
to the telephone wires
--
harvest
ogre marshmallows
under the blue oz of sky--
white plastic...hay bales
--
Imprisoned
A black barred window
Locking out the evened sky
Or rungs to the stars
--
date palms stood up
in the crimson sky
feather dusting
the night
--
snow falls to crystal
path deep white over my knees
light inside my head
Happy New Year!
Daniel Wilcox
Short Poems pub.
by
Willows Wept Review,
4 and 20 Poetry,
Full of Crow,
hotmetalpress.net,
lyrical passion poetry,
Poetry Pacific,
Liturgical Credo,
Flutter Poetry Journal,
The Mindful Word,
a handful of stones,
The Cherry Blossom Review
Stylus Poetry Journal,
Three Line Poetry,
Idlewheel literary friction,
The Mississippi Crow
