Submissions by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
It's all I want to do while here.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Sep 2022 3:43pm
1st Sep 2022 3:43pm
Drake
1st September. Firestone Bay
The wind doesn't break my binding,
as I thought he might, weighed down
those pale pages, picklings of stones.
Set myself toward sea to recharge,
under wings of a cormorant beating, I worry
one'll peck my battery pack shoreside.
Someone plays a radio from an open window,
something live touches my foot,
I stamp down, instinctive, then regret it.
There's autumn in the salt, ought to've known,
she is swinging her hips in the sky,
everything has a pronoun, predominantly she.
...
The wind doesn't break my binding,
as I thought he might, weighed down
those pale pages, picklings of stones.
Set myself toward sea to recharge,
under wings of a cormorant beating, I worry
one'll peck my battery pack shoreside.
Someone plays a radio from an open window,
something live touches my foot,
I stamp down, instinctive, then regret it.
There's autumn in the salt, ought to've known,
she is swinging her hips in the sky,
everything has a pronoun, predominantly she.
...
#home
#trees
#sea #nature
#sea #nature
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2022 2:07pm
29th Aug 2022 2:07pm
Daylight
I thought I saw you, your hue,
the paleness of your skin, akin
to silver birches
and all those brittle parts
broken in fields of late summer,
eyes of grain set down. I gathered
that early birthed seed in between
gaps of you and skies and I,
allowed what we were to drift
become kisses on the Sun, char,
decay into dances for rain,
and again devour hills and fox cubs
in the last diluted light before dusk,
- velvet black and stars
no longer sustain. I have
completed work with the darkness,
fallen and risen at her...
the paleness of your skin, akin
to silver birches
and all those brittle parts
broken in fields of late summer,
eyes of grain set down. I gathered
that early birthed seed in between
gaps of you and skies and I,
allowed what we were to drift
become kisses on the Sun, char,
decay into dances for rain,
and again devour hills and fox cubs
in the last diluted light before dusk,
- velvet black and stars
no longer sustain. I have
completed work with the darkness,
fallen and risen at her...
#love
#home
#nature
73 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Aug 2022 5:28pm
11th Aug 2022 5:28pm
The Days
Yesterday I was no more
than a house sparrow,
wire claws, swollen size,
wings baying to branches
without disturbing leaves.
Yesterday I was hidden,
a hut in snowfell Canada,
harvested forest fire
razing in my chest,
the guitar of a frozen,
beloved boy
played there,
as he did when we
were nineteen.
Yesterday I was a handpan
beneath pale fingers
floating on a Man'o'war sea.
I was a man'o'war
not long before.
Today I no longer
push wings from my spine cracks.
I no longer steal myself ...
than a house sparrow,
wire claws, swollen size,
wings baying to branches
without disturbing leaves.
Yesterday I was hidden,
a hut in snowfell Canada,
harvested forest fire
razing in my chest,
the guitar of a frozen,
beloved boy
played there,
as he did when we
were nineteen.
Yesterday I was a handpan
beneath pale fingers
floating on a Man'o'war sea.
I was a man'o'war
not long before.
Today I no longer
push wings from my spine cracks.
I no longer steal myself ...
#moon
#nature
#SelfDiscovery
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LOVE POEM
Published
8th Aug 2022 12:16pm
8th Aug 2022 12:16pm
Scapes of you
Scapes of you
I could crescendo over field lines,
every thin frame of wheat,
take the higher love
of a flush pink sunrise,
call it, condense it, bring it to hand,
could quiver for the earth,
still turning, every fearful oak
on every dusty building site,
could relieve the desert of her sand,
river from his water,
more alluring to me
than any human could be,
even a pile of them
laden in perfect lace,
naturaphile perhaps, made,
desire pumping through her veins -
fresh air and miles wide,
kinked by...
I could crescendo over field lines,
every thin frame of wheat,
take the higher love
of a flush pink sunrise,
call it, condense it, bring it to hand,
could quiver for the earth,
still turning, every fearful oak
on every dusty building site,
could relieve the desert of her sand,
river from his water,
more alluring to me
than any human could be,
even a pile of them
laden in perfect lace,
naturaphile perhaps, made,
desire pumping through her veins -
fresh air and miles wide,
kinked by...
#love
#home
#nature
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Jul 2022 1:44pm
30th Jul 2022 1:44pm
After
There's a chasm in grief
between two pillars of dust
that rest either side of the fissure,
neither side green,
neither side plush
nor warm
nor grows
anything
but heaps more dust.
Both sides fizzle, roar
as if dinosaurs breathe,
tear through the flesh of what's left
trapped in a boulder-rich-rise.
There's a chasm
on the landscape
that will never reseal,
tribes shoot short sharp arrows
at one another in the interim,
as if they were not once whole,
as if the land
was never a...
between two pillars of dust
that rest either side of the fissure,
neither side green,
neither side plush
nor warm
nor grows
anything
but heaps more dust.
Both sides fizzle, roar
as if dinosaurs breathe,
tear through the flesh of what's left
trapped in a boulder-rich-rise.
There's a chasm
on the landscape
that will never reseal,
tribes shoot short sharp arrows
at one another in the interim,
as if they were not once whole,
as if the land
was never a...
#grief
#nature
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Jul 2022 2:53pm
20th Jul 2022 2:53pm
Walk 7
Walk
And we transcend it,
we traverse heavy,
infinitely changeable events,
question motives,
light and shadow,
search the enlightened,
shift amongst constant variable forces,
transition through,
vow to ourselves kindness
in splatterings on earth
of chaos and calm.
I haven't channelled my own chaos in a while,
let her coarse through me
as violent water,
she has been sedate - gorse,
on tongue, beside sea -
Yet acknowledge a need
for peace, connection,
cheek to cheek,
close to teeth,...
And we transcend it,
we traverse heavy,
infinitely changeable events,
question motives,
light and shadow,
search the enlightened,
shift amongst constant variable forces,
transition through,
vow to ourselves kindness
in splatterings on earth
of chaos and calm.
I haven't channelled my own chaos in a while,
let her coarse through me
as violent water,
she has been sedate - gorse,
on tongue, beside sea -
Yet acknowledge a need
for peace, connection,
cheek to cheek,
close to teeth,...
#healing
93 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
18th Jul 2022 7:28pm
18th Jul 2022 7:28pm
Rivered Directions
This place is magic -
the silt already knows
settles down
as if there were no dangers here
and the fish won't swim upstream
to flex their flecked black tails,
and the dragonflies don't mate
or rest upon a palm,
that the chaos of horseflies
don't hammer at thighs,
and the wings of damselflies
don't shine a seasick,
sun-blasting blue,
the frogs aren't afronted
by fat footprints,
the algae doesn't convince us
to scale as brash lizards,
the shade of a tree
isn't godly and obscene
-ly green, ...
the silt already knows
settles down
as if there were no dangers here
and the fish won't swim upstream
to flex their flecked black tails,
and the dragonflies don't mate
or rest upon a palm,
that the chaos of horseflies
don't hammer at thighs,
and the wings of damselflies
don't shine a seasick,
sun-blasting blue,
the frogs aren't afronted
by fat footprints,
the algae doesn't convince us
to scale as brash lizards,
the shade of a tree
isn't godly and obscene
-ly green, ...
#hope
#river
#nature
100 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jul 2022 1:16pm
6th Jul 2022 1:16pm
No
No
You are right to be haunted
by then, by that, by how
it drip feeds into now,
you are not a God,
nor a robot,
nor a mindless beast
cheating life,
take that hurt,
beat bare chests with it,
it is bullshit you should be better by now,
it is bullshit that this week should be better somehow,
take each day with a gentle strength
and go
kind, consistent and connected to the human in the mirror.
You are right to be haunted
by then, by that, by how
it drip feeds into now,
you are not a God,
nor a robot,
nor a mindless beast
cheating life,
take that hurt,
beat bare chests with it,
it is bullshit you should be better by now,
it is bullshit that this week should be better somehow,
take each day with a gentle strength
and go
kind, consistent and connected to the human in the mirror.
#love
#healing
#hurt
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2022 6:27pm
3rd Jul 2022 6:27pm
motive
There's a rest to undress here,
a stabilisation in creation,
the heal in my moon phase,
phrased new in the husk of two,
I am broadening, waxing, reseeing you,
every dimension, sliver of a blade,
and find my teeth bite wild on it,
fearless and fine in the facelessness of it -
pathways become byways become highways, become ceaseless
and now become home,
every mound - different,
bird, a lush sound,
wolven means more wolven
than it meant when my heart
wasn't sent hunting out meaning
without warning,...
a stabilisation in creation,
the heal in my moon phase,
phrased new in the husk of two,
I am broadening, waxing, reseeing you,
every dimension, sliver of a blade,
and find my teeth bite wild on it,
fearless and fine in the facelessness of it -
pathways become byways become highways, become ceaseless
and now become home,
every mound - different,
bird, a lush sound,
wolven means more wolven
than it meant when my heart
wasn't sent hunting out meaning
without warning,...
#anger
#identity
#hurt
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jun 2022 7:38pm
30th Jun 2022 7:38pm
Woman
woman
This is the hour,
the quiet moment,
the don't in a hum of rain,
the face and breath of me,
hair unbrushed,
house swept,
the gentle care
of creating space
and resting in it,
spine craving realignment. I
hazard a guess
this may be my best day yet
of being anew -
the place a little more
fine,
mine, it's gifted
a steadiment of mind.
I've found washing the roof a comfort today,
playing piano,
recycling,
showering,
weighing down,
writing -
it...
This is the hour,
the quiet moment,
the don't in a hum of rain,
the face and breath of me,
hair unbrushed,
house swept,
the gentle care
of creating space
and resting in it,
spine craving realignment. I
hazard a guess
this may be my best day yet
of being anew -
the place a little more
fine,
mine, it's gifted
a steadiment of mind.
I've found washing the roof a comfort today,
playing piano,
recycling,
showering,
weighing down,
writing -
it...
#women
115 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
29th Jun 2022 11:46am
29th Jun 2022 11:46am
Right
#women
#motherhood
#inequality #morality
#inequality #morality
85 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Jun 2022 8:03pm
28th Jun 2022 8:03pm
talon
to be formed by God,
the rib of Adam,
tied to one human lifelong,
to be, at your core, obedient,
curious, youthful and wise,
babe-able, grateful, adventurous, not tired,
to be at your core
darkness evaded, a mistake healed, interesting and more peaceful,
to make moves based on others need.
I am full of this story,
tear edges with my teeth,
rewrite the incantation of purity,
allow us to be in wholeness
murky and faultful and rewarding,
bewitching, forceful, challenged,
calculated, protected,
acting...
the rib of Adam,
tied to one human lifelong,
to be, at your core, obedient,
curious, youthful and wise,
babe-able, grateful, adventurous, not tired,
to be at your core
darkness evaded, a mistake healed, interesting and more peaceful,
to make moves based on others need.
I am full of this story,
tear edges with my teeth,
rewrite the incantation of purity,
allow us to be in wholeness
murky and faultful and rewarding,
bewitching, forceful, challenged,
calculated, protected,
acting...
#women
#men
#faith #freedom
#faith #freedom
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