Submissions by jdrury245 (Tav)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write from my own visual mind as well as everyday experiences. Designer by day poet and artist by night. If you comment on mine... I will comment on yours :D
Everyday Mist
The mist is heavy now
Thick and moist
As sodden newspaper
It covers the range
Which, I clamber each day
Cloaking the way
It’s gray keeps me from straying
Following that beaten path
In endless ritual
Past the stone and wood structures
And past the nook that smells rustic
The mist is heavy
And I’ve noticed now, how thick
For me to ascend to the crest
Where light warms the peak
I must wave through the gray
The unknown
I must calculate the cliffs
While I follow...
Thick and moist
As sodden newspaper
It covers the range
Which, I clamber each day
Cloaking the way
It’s gray keeps me from straying
Following that beaten path
In endless ritual
Past the stone and wood structures
And past the nook that smells rustic
The mist is heavy
And I’ve noticed now, how thick
For me to ascend to the crest
Where light warms the peak
I must wave through the gray
The unknown
I must calculate the cliffs
While I follow...
780 reads
2 Comments
Thawing (haiku)
the gold ribbons speak
peaking over the ragged crest
release winters hold
peaking over the ragged crest
release winters hold
625 reads
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To Feel
it burns deep
the core of me
the magma flows
burning all to ash and dust
when erupted
I spit burning hatred
that cripples
the most daunting of foes
engulfing everything in its path
leaving only gray
colorless
and life less
my wrath only reaches so far
it cools a faded gray
matching the somber sky
that is it
empty and hollow
given all that I behold
my eyes show me
it is gray
a facial twitch forms
no drops
it is gray
a face numb...
the core of me
the magma flows
burning all to ash and dust
when erupted
I spit burning hatred
that cripples
the most daunting of foes
engulfing everything in its path
leaving only gray
colorless
and life less
my wrath only reaches so far
it cools a faded gray
matching the somber sky
that is it
empty and hollow
given all that I behold
my eyes show me
it is gray
a facial twitch forms
no drops
it is gray
a face numb...
801 reads
3 Comments
Cycle (haiku)
Magnificent trees
tall and triumph-et, then fall
give life to new timber
tall and triumph-et, then fall
give life to new timber
799 reads
5 Comments
The Spoken word
Here you you are again
Tripping up each sy sy syllable
It’s like walking a smooth path
Except, I am skipping
My in-step barely touches the dirt
Before I can form the s s sound
With each skip and st st step
I try to ease my stride
How I long for this
A fluent pace, without a scamper
For I have places to be
And thoughts that need a voice
But, yet I skip and fu fu fumble
Tripping on each stone
And each vowel, noun and sound, mostly “e”
Is skipped and repeated orally
Tripping up each sy sy syllable
It’s like walking a smooth path
Except, I am skipping
My in-step barely touches the dirt
Before I can form the s s sound
With each skip and st st step
I try to ease my stride
How I long for this
A fluent pace, without a scamper
For I have places to be
And thoughts that need a voice
But, yet I skip and fu fu fumble
Tripping on each stone
And each vowel, noun and sound, mostly “e”
Is skipped and repeated orally
560 reads
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Dancing silently (haiku)
Dancing silently
In timber of white veneer
There she pirouettes
In timber of white veneer
There she pirouettes
612 reads
2 Comments
Still Life
your life a painting
each day a new stroke
until you pass
a masterpiece
displayed to be remembered
each day a new stroke
until you pass
a masterpiece
displayed to be remembered
660 reads
2 Comments
Haiku 2
the moon in glory
lights the twinkle in the snow
a fox softly steps
lights the twinkle in the snow
a fox softly steps
849 reads
9 Comments
Do you remember?
do you remember?
Your young mind
innocent and sweet
no room for brood thoughts
do you remember?
the way the grass felt
how the sun glazed your skin
on a warm summer day
do you remember?
the laughter
and how it danced through the air
like fire flies at night
do you remember?
the simple gesture
of a smile from your kin
which, gave you such warmth
can you remember?
or have you forgotten?
has society locked it away
their judgement is crippling
why have you...
Your young mind
innocent and sweet
no room for brood thoughts
do you remember?
the way the grass felt
how the sun glazed your skin
on a warm summer day
do you remember?
the laughter
and how it danced through the air
like fire flies at night
do you remember?
the simple gesture
of a smile from your kin
which, gave you such warmth
can you remember?
or have you forgotten?
has society locked it away
their judgement is crippling
why have you...
669 reads
0 Comments
Dark is what he sees
Dark is what he sees…
What he feels…
dark is the sea
black
his heart is the dam
Built with decayed wood
release the pressure
let the cold black flow
he whispers:
“let it flow”
the only beacon
a withered light house
the glow is the path
guiding his frail frame
yet it fades
with every splash
he whispers:
“let it flow”
limbs kick and scream
toward the gleam
they stop
and give in
his body begins to blend with black
the cold stains his skin...
What he feels…
dark is the sea
black
his heart is the dam
Built with decayed wood
release the pressure
let the cold black flow
he whispers:
“let it flow”
the only beacon
a withered light house
the glow is the path
guiding his frail frame
yet it fades
with every splash
he whispers:
“let it flow”
limbs kick and scream
toward the gleam
they stop
and give in
his body begins to blend with black
the cold stains his skin...
837 reads
2 Comments
Silent Wood
My grandfather often tells me
“follow silently in the wood”
they, the timber and fauna listen
for heavy steps and cracks
and with one careless fumble
they fade into the limbs
he said “tread lightly and listen”
perking his ear to the wind
only then, if your silent
peaceful beauty will emerge
“follow silently in the wood”
they, the timber and fauna listen
for heavy steps and cracks
and with one careless fumble
they fade into the limbs
he said “tread lightly and listen”
perking his ear to the wind
only then, if your silent
peaceful beauty will emerge
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Just once....
looking down at the black tar
leisurely thinking
just once...
could I be
the man who delivers
written pleasures and greetings
just once...
could I be
the smile that you see
when to enter the taproom
just once...
could I be
the man in black
on the 200th floor
just once...
could I be
a master of pencil
and write what I see
just once...
could I be
the luminary for the world
and most all for you
just once...
...
leisurely thinking
just once...
could I be
the man who delivers
written pleasures and greetings
just once...
could I be
the smile that you see
when to enter the taproom
just once...
could I be
the man in black
on the 200th floor
just once...
could I be
a master of pencil
and write what I see
just once...
could I be
the luminary for the world
and most all for you
just once...
...
692 reads
2 Comments
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