wind shimmer
dying leaves fluttering
scarlet
oaks and aspen into glory
-Daniel Wilcox
--
Lapping Ideas
Backstroking across the ceiling
white gulls of light arching
wing refraction
from high intensity bulbs above
that shekel-flash on blue body waves of the pool
bright incandescent--transcendent--lights
swimming in this liquid marble
strikes of 'lightening' broken
and broken on the waves
like archetypes that shimmer in this cavern...
First pub. in The Centrifugal Eye,
Canada,
also in Front Porch Review
--
red ruin
red canyon
below a forrest rim
beneath that arch of power
in the monolith of rock,
a sheer cliff
and beyond,
breaking down
in the abyss
of history
--
walking the night
saplings blacken along
the sidewalk against the misted night,
a refracted light sky over
wrought iron candelabras on stands
lamping
in the coasted evening
First pub. in Writer’s Ink
--
surreal morning
bulky morro rock f l o a t s
heavy on the narrow gray
ocean fog strata, sedimentary air
while the ocean's soapy crashing
churns combustible froth
and advances up the shore;
the sun, orange
in the fogged foam below
the floating ghost ship
First pub. in Erbacce,
United Kingdom
--
Human Imitation
North of Duluth
I muse, mentally drooling
Over lake-shrouded woods,
Jotting scribble notes and
Fumbling with my camera lens,
Then I spot the enormous moose.
First pub. in Bigger Stones
--
Cambria in Gray
Down the fogged
June of ocean
Road gloom,
Through
Smog of a coastal fire,
Sparked mistake;
Black and white flakes
Confetti ash down,
Cover our hood and roof
Gray ‘mourning’--
Dust to dust,
Ash to ash
First pub. in
The Houston Literary
Review
--
sunset beach
on the beach street,
date palms stood up
in the crimson sky
feather dusting
the dusky night
--
A purple jacaranda
van-goghed our clay yard
violet-peppering into paint,
splashing
'landescape'
--
Rock Life
White-capped wind roars around
Huge volcanic buttes swimming north
Off the Oregon Coast
Like asymmetrical gray whales
Leaving splashing trails of white water
Behind in the slate green ocean
Yes, waves churning around
The behemoths, frothing
First pub. The Houston
Literary Review
--
after the loss
all my nerves torn loose
in the streets dancing jangles
staccatoed electric wires
ripped loose from our telephone
souled dangerous lightning night
First pub. in Mad Swirl
--
her strands
lighter than hair plain
her cascade of sunned strands--
his flight of calloused hands
First pub. in Writer's Ink
--
our ranch bed
icebergs in puddles
by her wet cowboy boots--
our global warming
--
shadowed garden
in the long backlawn,
ansel-adam shadows
grow in the late afternoon
extending across the grass,
shading the steel dog dish.
the hula hoop, and wagon--
a one-dimensional garden
slowly tended
by the leaving sun
only to be hoed under by the dusk
First pub. in
The Green Silk Journal
--
Southern Utah
finger-painted
eye-widening rock,
brilliant sheened sharp
pastels bold in this sun-lighted reign
of million'd wonder,
this rock garden
ecstasied
sandstone temple of
Absolute Being
--
Live Branch Reach
Writhing twists of growing
Corded effort stretched
Out westward
From the knotted
Leaning
Shadow dark
Trunk,
Bright sunlight
On the contorted
Slow-year braided flow,
Tribulating
Over
Dry boulders,
Stone-strewn
On the sand-creeked
Streambed;
Stretched wooden waves
Driftwood
Wrenched,
Intertwined effort
Convoluting,
Live branch reach
Tributaries
Flowing west with new green growth
Behind and above
The under shadows
On that barred river sand,
Living driftwood river
First published in
Western Friend Magazine,
also in Willows Wept Review and
selah river poetry collection
In the Light,
Daniel Wilcox
