Submissions by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
💚
SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2023 00:03am
11th Feb 2023 00:03am
See
See
I caught the bird settling,
out where our orchard grows,
out where old beard sets his seedpuffs so long,
where foragers pluck them to burn out the cold.
I saw a song thrush
down by beached beech nuts,
skipping over root rises,
forced from their digging down deep to expand.
I watched the vacant river,
stroll as a song toward sea,
fingered fresh limestone,
the lichen between leaves.
"It's an epiphyte," I uttered.
"Proof it's a jungle," she shared.
Still I...
I caught the bird settling,
out where our orchard grows,
out where old beard sets his seedpuffs so long,
where foragers pluck them to burn out the cold.
I saw a song thrush
down by beached beech nuts,
skipping over root rises,
forced from their digging down deep to expand.
I watched the vacant river,
stroll as a song toward sea,
fingered fresh limestone,
the lichen between leaves.
"It's an epiphyte," I uttered.
"Proof it's a jungle," she shared.
Still I...
#happiness
#home
#nature
76 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Feb 2023 6:42pm
9th Feb 2023 6:42pm
Joy of Spring
I heard a crocus at her altar
opening before the sky,
watched an unfolding of petals
hush into being,
and bright yellow stamens,
and bright yellow corella
daydreaming faces
sing to our sun,
they are
softly
the luring between trees.
A butterfly rests,
the finger of a child holds steady,
that memory of Spring
flutters upon her face.
opening before the sky,
watched an unfolding of petals
hush into being,
and bright yellow stamens,
and bright yellow corella
daydreaming faces
sing to our sun,
they are
softly
the luring between trees.
A butterfly rests,
the finger of a child holds steady,
that memory of Spring
flutters upon her face.
#happiness
#flowers
#sun #spring
#sun #spring
81 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Feb 2023 6:21pm
9th Feb 2023 6:21pm
After
Every strand of hair is unafraid,
exhausted and content.
On the surface that is what that was,
a disturbance of the peace,
a fear settling upon my spirit,
a violent song in a prayer room.
On the surface it was an unswimmable sea,
a wasp caught in my bare cupped hands,
it was a boxing ring in the chest and head.
On the surface it caused many things,
on the inside quite a list of others,
but every strand of hair now
is unafraid, exhausted and content
in the wake of it.
exhausted and content.
On the surface that is what that was,
a disturbance of the peace,
a fear settling upon my spirit,
a violent song in a prayer room.
On the surface it was an unswimmable sea,
a wasp caught in my bare cupped hands,
it was a boxing ring in the chest and head.
On the surface it caused many things,
on the inside quite a list of others,
but every strand of hair now
is unafraid, exhausted and content
in the wake of it.
#love
#nature
#sleep
44 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Feb 2023 10:26pm
4th Feb 2023 10:26pm
Shared
To be shared
Close your eyes,
exhale the weight,
of all of those bones
tucking in all those body parts,
the follicles,
the cells,
the shapes and shades so heavy,
set down the faces
of folk that you've dismayed,
situations you aren't proud of,
the seas of your self-doubt.
Instead list me three,
three things you like
about your brain,
the way it's wired,
the meaning of joy,
the things that have given you strength
when you thought
you didn't have any.
Now your history, ...
Close your eyes,
exhale the weight,
of all of those bones
tucking in all those body parts,
the follicles,
the cells,
the shapes and shades so heavy,
set down the faces
of folk that you've dismayed,
situations you aren't proud of,
the seas of your self-doubt.
Instead list me three,
three things you like
about your brain,
the way it's wired,
the meaning of joy,
the things that have given you strength
when you thought
you didn't have any.
Now your history, ...
#home
#learning
#healing
94 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Feb 2023 4:43pm
4th Feb 2023 4:43pm
Motherwound
Raise your hand
if your make up has been
irrevocably changed
by a mother wound.
(this is for you, us, them)
Put your hand on your chest
if you don't know what a mother wound is. And beat it there if you do
but it wasn't you it happened to.
Close your eyes,
stay with me,
and try to go with the goodness,
to move with the light.
My Mother had an eye for design,
traced across crochet curtains,
French dressing tables,
kilim rugs,
welsh dressers,...
if your make up has been
irrevocably changed
by a mother wound.
(this is for you, us, them)
Put your hand on your chest
if you don't know what a mother wound is. And beat it there if you do
but it wasn't you it happened to.
Close your eyes,
stay with me,
and try to go with the goodness,
to move with the light.
My Mother had an eye for design,
traced across crochet curtains,
French dressing tables,
kilim rugs,
welsh dressers,...
#love
#healing
69 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jan 2023 4:16pm
31st Jan 2023 4:16pm
Spring II
The birds outside are chittering,
before dusk,
births are being considered,
wood pigeons coo,
sparrows and wrens charm their way,
it's churchbells to the field rows,
to trees reconversing above earth.
It is a wonderment amongst the rabble,
warmth sensed within burrows.
Pond life reimagined after frost.
These are hardy beasts,
each hibernate through the bitterness,
share songs as if toasting to the light.
before dusk,
births are being considered,
wood pigeons coo,
sparrows and wrens charm their way,
it's churchbells to the field rows,
to trees reconversing above earth.
It is a wonderment amongst the rabble,
warmth sensed within burrows.
Pond life reimagined after frost.
These are hardy beasts,
each hibernate through the bitterness,
share songs as if toasting to the light.
#hope
#birds
#spring
74 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
31st Jan 2023 4:09pm
31st Jan 2023 4:09pm
Spring
And every moon drifter
has risen their neck to the light,
dusting the soil with a luminous void,
stems of themselves - violent Spring.
The season is scattering lowly,
as if reminding us of Sun,
tides calming in accordance,
bright yellow and purple in the folds.
It's a bordering between spaces,
bud and leaf sparking on finger ends,
shrubs, climbers and trees,
everything, everywhere awakening.
The earth is dreaming up
new life.
has risen their neck to the light,
dusting the soil with a luminous void,
stems of themselves - violent Spring.
The season is scattering lowly,
as if reminding us of Sun,
tides calming in accordance,
bright yellow and purple in the folds.
It's a bordering between spaces,
bud and leaf sparking on finger ends,
shrubs, climbers and trees,
everything, everywhere awakening.
The earth is dreaming up
new life.
#happiness
#hope
#spring
#nature
#rebirth
73 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jan 2023 10:47am
29th Jan 2023 10:47am
Kindling
I trace the bias of your mouth
with the back of my palm
to the tip of my index finger.
It is not
the way a moth above us
hungers for energy, bangs on a shade,
nor the way it flutters small, it's body
starving a way through existence,
buzzing on life, just to breed.
It is not the way I learned
at a quarter to two,
some hours earlier,
that trees are bleached by Sun,
after dying, on an exposed site.
I'd thought that lightning did that.
And it is not the chit of a bird in a wood,
just to the left of your porchstand. ...
with the back of my palm
to the tip of my index finger.
It is not
the way a moth above us
hungers for energy, bangs on a shade,
nor the way it flutters small, it's body
starving a way through existence,
buzzing on life, just to breed.
It is not the way I learned
at a quarter to two,
some hours earlier,
that trees are bleached by Sun,
after dying, on an exposed site.
I'd thought that lightning did that.
And it is not the chit of a bird in a wood,
just to the left of your porchstand. ...
#nature
#seductive
124 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Jan 2023 5:20pm
27th Jan 2023 5:20pm
Shapeshifter
Shapeshifter
She is in water,
between lands,
body full and blue and still,
exhaling.
Grasses move,
shoals flash by her,
submarine volcanoes erupt -
in near silence.
She is
between spaces,
without judgement,
analysing
what was once left
on shore.
There,
between the then and now,
between the loss and growth,
she is neither malleable nor ridged,
ruined nor fully built,
neither healed nor wounded
and there,
in the inbetween,
where stars have eyes ...
She is in water,
between lands,
body full and blue and still,
exhaling.
Grasses move,
shoals flash by her,
submarine volcanoes erupt -
in near silence.
She is
between spaces,
without judgement,
analysing
what was once left
on shore.
There,
between the then and now,
between the loss and growth,
she is neither malleable nor ridged,
ruined nor fully built,
neither healed nor wounded
and there,
in the inbetween,
where stars have eyes ...
#universe
#animals
#nature #humankind
#nature #humankind
70 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2023 11:10pm
25th Jan 2023 11:10pm
"What would your superpower be?“
One morning,
while sitting crossed legged,
on second floor carpeted space.
I said
"I want to eat all the plastic
and turn it to fresh energy.
That would be my superpower."
And you said,
"I'd like to never die."
and he said
"I'd like to shoot electric fire beams,"
and another wanted gills,
and one wanted to control air,
and one wanted to be able to fly in it,
and one said their only power
would maybe be to be green
or perhaps to be invisible all together.
She and I smiled at each other, ...
while sitting crossed legged,
on second floor carpeted space.
I said
"I want to eat all the plastic
and turn it to fresh energy.
That would be my superpower."
And you said,
"I'd like to never die."
and he said
"I'd like to shoot electric fire beams,"
and another wanted gills,
and one wanted to control air,
and one wanted to be able to fly in it,
and one said their only power
would maybe be to be green
or perhaps to be invisible all together.
She and I smiled at each other, ...
#happiness
#hope
#uplifting #gratitude
#uplifting #gratitude
81 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Jan 2023 3:53pm
21st Jan 2023 3:53pm
Rush
#nature
#sensual
#bisexual
134 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jan 2023 4:59pm
19th Jan 2023 4:59pm
Fog
It's all there in my memory,
being processed, here,
on roof of my mouth.
The pulse,
each beat a beat to oblivion,
founded upon choices made.
I watch a fire spread cage walls,
hours after ice has explored mine.
The sun sets beyond pane, left side.
A feeling of freeze
as it turns into fire
is still sunk into my nailbeds.
And the ravens sail overhead,
and the water turns to wine,
and the evening melts
as Moorland snow.
being processed, here,
on roof of my mouth.
The pulse,
each beat a beat to oblivion,
founded upon choices made.
I watch a fire spread cage walls,
hours after ice has explored mine.
The sun sets beyond pane, left side.
A feeling of freeze
as it turns into fire
is still sunk into my nailbeds.
And the ravens sail overhead,
and the water turns to wine,
and the evening melts
as Moorland snow.
#nature
#sleep
71 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
