Submissions by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
Yesterday 8:14pm
Yesterday 8:14pm
Rockhollow's breath
Life is an abundant thing -
in all ways,
the spoils are bountiful depending upon how you pay your Gods.
Down in the 'Hollow it comes with walking,
by dusk,
as moths flutter out of shelters from light
and I do the same,
clothe -
take in the splendor of years on years of labouring.
She, sweet scabious, wafts on a soft,
cooling breeze,
morning glory opens - deep, plummy
and contrary.
She, Creeping Jenny, dresses the paths, with permission
as seeds scatter upon bare soil beds.
Swarms...
in all ways,
the spoils are bountiful depending upon how you pay your Gods.
Down in the 'Hollow it comes with walking,
by dusk,
as moths flutter out of shelters from light
and I do the same,
clothe -
take in the splendor of years on years of labouring.
She, sweet scabious, wafts on a soft,
cooling breeze,
morning glory opens - deep, plummy
and contrary.
She, Creeping Jenny, dresses the paths, with permission
as seeds scatter upon bare soil beds.
Swarms...
#flowers
#birds
#nature #wisdom
#nature #wisdom
22 reads
2 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
19th Aug 2019 8:29pm
19th Aug 2019 8:29pm
Water: Demons
When I lay upon a rock in the river to mourn
the sun blisters my eyes,
the slate cuts my toes
and you run over me, my stomach and neck,
you run over me, lashing, fast and away.
As I lay, contemplating the calm of a storm,
as I lay, appreciating the fatality of peace, where peace can be found,
and where it erodes,
dragonflies rest on my nose and my chest.
The day drifts away on cascading noise,
building weight on my skin and my bones,
without...
the sun blisters my eyes,
the slate cuts my toes
and you run over me, my stomach and neck,
you run over me, lashing, fast and away.
As I lay, contemplating the calm of a storm,
as I lay, appreciating the fatality of peace, where peace can be found,
and where it erodes,
dragonflies rest on my nose and my chest.
The day drifts away on cascading noise,
building weight on my skin and my bones,
without...
#identity
#water
#freedom #escape
#freedom #escape
52 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Aug 2019 12:36pm
17th Aug 2019 12:36pm
Cornish Escape
Looe 12.35
In a bolthole,
under a grapevine, beside scented pelagoniums I
drink hot coffee,
let Sun warm my skin
in the trap
and let life escape me,
wander by in the form of tourists missing this hidden delight.
I listen to the chatter of the kitchen,
a waiter who delights in his work,
chiselled and fresh,
watch a well-groomed dog laze under a table.
Here,
in somewhere peaceful, calm
I resume.
Water runs, clouds clear,
coffee cools
somewhere glorious,
close to the Sea.
In a bolthole,
under a grapevine, beside scented pelagoniums I
drink hot coffee,
let Sun warm my skin
in the trap
and let life escape me,
wander by in the form of tourists missing this hidden delight.
I listen to the chatter of the kitchen,
a waiter who delights in his work,
chiselled and fresh,
watch a well-groomed dog laze under a table.
Here,
in somewhere peaceful, calm
I resume.
Water runs, clouds clear,
coffee cools
somewhere glorious,
close to the Sea.
#sea
#coffee
50 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Aug 2019 11:52am
15th Aug 2019 11:52am
August Sea
The Hoe, Swell, 9.30pm-10.15pm
We each wore our swimsuits, headtorches,
towfloats, glowsticks -
kit of lifers,
descend from our cave.
Into the water, up to our knees,
sparklers in hand, waving at the shore,
wade in, remnants into a bucket of sand, double dip,
huffing at the cold, this emotion, giddiness - nothing I've seen before.
In comes the bar, on a body board,
you couldn't make it up - adorned
in coloured lights, weighted with cans
of G and T and fudge.
Out, into the darkness, bar on a rope,...
We each wore our swimsuits, headtorches,
towfloats, glowsticks -
kit of lifers,
descend from our cave.
Into the water, up to our knees,
sparklers in hand, waving at the shore,
wade in, remnants into a bucket of sand, double dip,
huffing at the cold, this emotion, giddiness - nothing I've seen before.
In comes the bar, on a body board,
you couldn't make it up - adorned
in coloured lights, weighted with cans
of G and T and fudge.
Out, into the darkness, bar on a rope,...
#identity
#sea
#freedom
38 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Aug 2019 11:20am
15th Aug 2019 11:20am
Husband
Husbandry - 'management and conservation of resources.'
I was young when we met,
people said I was wise, I wasn't.
You, in your bottle green car, awful music taste beyond karaoke, you training for the Alps - half Adonis.
Just what I needed.
You were angry, as angry as me.
It worked.
You were hot for pain, as hot as me.
It worked.
A few months later, from your stoic nature came terms, terms of abandonment and loyalty.
You said
"If you hurt yourself, ever again, I'll leave. I can't cope with it. It hurts me."...
I was young when we met,
people said I was wise, I wasn't.
You, in your bottle green car, awful music taste beyond karaoke, you training for the Alps - half Adonis.
Just what I needed.
You were angry, as angry as me.
It worked.
You were hot for pain, as hot as me.
It worked.
A few months later, from your stoic nature came terms, terms of abandonment and loyalty.
You said
"If you hurt yourself, ever again, I'll leave. I can't cope with it. It hurts me."...
#love
#kindness
#husband
39 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Aug 2019 6:43pm
14th Aug 2019 6:43pm
I Have Taken Leave
I have taken leave -
a vessel making ripples in the still water,
the hull cutting through ice beneath,
settling
in this space.
The Moon, giant and ripe, quakes against the surface, creates an affair.
Breathing
in through open mouth
and out, as if resting on a heavy dream
where you are there
naked
and mine.
I lick your wounds and tie your wrists
to my wrists -
slaves -
owned by a higher power.
I dare not share...
a vessel making ripples in the still water,
the hull cutting through ice beneath,
settling
in this space.
The Moon, giant and ripe, quakes against the surface, creates an affair.
Breathing
in through open mouth
and out, as if resting on a heavy dream
where you are there
naked
and mine.
I lick your wounds and tie your wrists
to my wrists -
slaves -
owned by a higher power.
I dare not share...
#sea
#moon
#lover #freedom
#lover #freedom
62 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Aug 2019 9:54pm
12th Aug 2019 9:54pm
A Summertime-Winter
I've been taking it all in,
listening to the rain,
milling over my options
trying to earn forgiveness - more internal than anywhere else,
trying to close old wounds.
I think I'm doing ok,
I think I'm doing ok.
listening to the rain,
milling over my options
trying to earn forgiveness - more internal than anywhere else,
trying to close old wounds.
I think I'm doing ok,
I think I'm doing ok.
#forgiveness
#childhood
#honesty #aging
#honesty #aging
48 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
12th Aug 2019 2:02pm
12th Aug 2019 2:02pm
Underground
It's quiet here now,
wetter than ever before,
cracks in the cave let in floods of water hollowing and shutting off the 'scape.
I hear the walls
singing ancient tales of drier years
where masses of us crawled down in the dark,
before electricity and tourism moved in.
It's evolved, in many positive ways, you know
but time has changed it,
original bones destroyed.
I can't leave.
There is an odd peace, a cool, consistent temperature,
anonymity of the deep, secrets
I found in the years of furious and frequent...
wetter than ever before,
cracks in the cave let in floods of water hollowing and shutting off the 'scape.
I hear the walls
singing ancient tales of drier years
where masses of us crawled down in the dark,
before electricity and tourism moved in.
It's evolved, in many positive ways, you know
but time has changed it,
original bones destroyed.
I can't leave.
There is an odd peace, a cool, consistent temperature,
anonymity of the deep, secrets
I found in the years of furious and frequent...
#home
#silence
#honesty #WritingPoetry
#honesty #WritingPoetry
67 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Aug 2019 7:02pm
9th Aug 2019 7:02pm
Coffee
Six thirty eight,
chaos on the radio,
nothing better to do
than to be thinking of you.
Eyes caught on the weather outside
driving to camp,
no nerves, I'm blagging,
head-flagging.
I always get these pangs,
machetes to the brain
whenever centered in a storm of change,
under a heavy sky, distant and strange.
I imagine sinking in coffee,
burnt and over-sugared,
loosening off that close-to-death lasso,
faking wellness, thinking of you.
It's a thing I do,
when I'm feeling lost,
you...
chaos on the radio,
nothing better to do
than to be thinking of you.
Eyes caught on the weather outside
driving to camp,
no nerves, I'm blagging,
head-flagging.
I always get these pangs,
machetes to the brain
whenever centered in a storm of change,
under a heavy sky, distant and strange.
I imagine sinking in coffee,
burnt and over-sugared,
loosening off that close-to-death lasso,
faking wellness, thinking of you.
It's a thing I do,
when I'm feeling lost,
you...
#teens
#beach
#cars #dialogue
#cars #dialogue
56 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Aug 2019 11:16am
9th Aug 2019 11:16am
Rockhollow in August
A bee swings by, across the steps, down to the garden
where cabbage butterfly flits undisturbed, a sparrow sits on the summerhouse roof planning her next move.
The cardoons gently tip
over, as rhubarb flourishes and
cosmos dances on stiff breeze.
A blackbird rises from the perrenial border, echinops, verbena, leucanthemum cast aside.
Mosquito larvae form a carpet on the pond,
snacks for the tadpoles and frogs,
but not those eaten by birds.
A tired sort of a day scrapes by,
I weed the beds, chat to the neighbours...
where cabbage butterfly flits undisturbed, a sparrow sits on the summerhouse roof planning her next move.
The cardoons gently tip
over, as rhubarb flourishes and
cosmos dances on stiff breeze.
A blackbird rises from the perrenial border, echinops, verbena, leucanthemum cast aside.
Mosquito larvae form a carpet on the pond,
snacks for the tadpoles and frogs,
but not those eaten by birds.
A tired sort of a day scrapes by,
I weed the beds, chat to the neighbours...
#nature
44 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
9th Aug 2019 9:40am
9th Aug 2019 9:40am
Ice: God series
In the old world there were giants -
She conjured them in a day, with a breath constant and pure,
glaciers poured from Her loins, and stilled,
creatures died.
Seeds lay dormant
- carefully hidden from watching eyes,
at the correct temperature,
by She who knew.
Out She ran, called across the desert-white,
Her clear skin exposing charcoal veins,
She -
the size of a mouse, stared, top of Her great mountain - watching stars
cross the silent, alien Sky.
The power she'd...
She conjured them in a day, with a breath constant and pure,
glaciers poured from Her loins, and stilled,
creatures died.
Seeds lay dormant
- carefully hidden from watching eyes,
at the correct temperature,
by She who knew.
Out She ran, called across the desert-white,
Her clear skin exposing charcoal veins,
She -
the size of a mouse, stared, top of Her great mountain - watching stars
cross the silent, alien Sky.
The power she'd...
#environment
#water
#nature #mythology
#nature #mythology
47 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Aug 2019 3:40pm
7th Aug 2019 3:40pm
Sun: God Series
Mari sleeps deep inside the mountain,
where tops are melted, spring flowers are new skin -
baked by Ekhi, a smile sliced smooth into the muck
of her face,
where castles can burn -
no smoke emitted.
Worn feet of farmers are scorched and captivated
on the promise of seed season,
rewards are plenty, or futile and risky
yet chances taken
on She,
she who spins, nude and bright,
whole and lonely -
an endless conundrum.
A Queen to loyalty,
ever expanding, her heart is
this fearless...
where tops are melted, spring flowers are new skin -
baked by Ekhi, a smile sliced smooth into the muck
of her face,
where castles can burn -
no smoke emitted.
Worn feet of farmers are scorched and captivated
on the promise of seed season,
rewards are plenty, or futile and risky
yet chances taken
on She,
she who spins, nude and bright,
whole and lonely -
an endless conundrum.
A Queen to loyalty,
ever expanding, her heart is
this fearless...
#sun
#nature
#faith
34 reads
3 Comments
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