Submissions by nomoth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Dec 2022 9:02pm
13th Dec 2022 9:02pm
The snow pink sky
A robin pale lends air
as a shotgun carps the vale
and I shudder and shake
and press
my hands upon the skin
of a gentle lake.
To be alone, breathless
in a crystalline bristle
I could indulge
the reed beds
sheltering a wren,
and smother its parched prayer.
I am collegiate
in someone’s small landscape.
so in this, to find oneself
(face-down, bear drunk in the briar)
with an empty, pure and unveiling
curse,
I know my milky eye
is...
as a shotgun carps the vale
and I shudder and shake
and press
my hands upon the skin
of a gentle lake.
To be alone, breathless
in a crystalline bristle
I could indulge
the reed beds
sheltering a wren,
and smother its parched prayer.
I am collegiate
in someone’s small landscape.
so in this, to find oneself
(face-down, bear drunk in the briar)
with an empty, pure and unveiling
curse,
I know my milky eye
is...
#love
#nature
#SelfWorth
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th May 2022 9:14pm
19th May 2022 9:14pm
these unnecessary coats of glass and metal
The fingernail taps
around the edges;
the dusty sill
and sawdust of little reminders,
the all of every mote’d moment
that fall earthy onward
I am unable to course
without your wet plate hair,
your collodion-dapple’d stare,
your flower-chain dangling over me
and your breath
laying eggs, millimetre
birdnests under my throat
I cannot open the blinds,
unlock the door,
discern a plausibly real form
under the vitriol of artificial light.
I...
around the edges;
the dusty sill
and sawdust of little reminders,
the all of every mote’d moment
that fall earthy onward
I am unable to course
without your wet plate hair,
your collodion-dapple’d stare,
your flower-chain dangling over me
and your breath
laying eggs, millimetre
birdnests under my throat
I cannot open the blinds,
unlock the door,
discern a plausibly real form
under the vitriol of artificial light.
I...
#grief
#art
#NaPoWriMo2022
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SELF POEM
Published
14th May 2022 00:07am
14th May 2022 00:07am
you are a cinematographer
this half-sown
papoose
you carry me through
without assumptions.
a scent of black tape
wrapping the belly
your flat-pressed
stamen sigh
rising from an anemone cup.
I would wear
your eye to the stream
and slip through the eels
and follow its path alongside,
as it curls through into another,
to the edge of the dam where
two swans foggy in net curtain,
their three cygnets
grey in duff down,
circle
and...
#hope
#dreams
#art #NaPoWriMo2022
#art #NaPoWriMo2022
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14 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2022 11:29pm
7th Apr 2022 11:29pm
four long minutes
(all napo2022 entries so far)
Ispiral\
as ten to one
This con,
Glistening on the April sun
All millstone-above-the-dawn,
Cushioned on a blossoming twig.
This past has not passed
Refuse no joy
...
Ispiral\
as ten to one
This con,
Glistening on the April sun
All millstone-above-the-dawn,
Cushioned on a blossoming twig.
This past has not passed
Refuse no joy
...
#NaPoWriMo2022
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jan 2022 2:00am
4th Jan 2022 2:00am
A laden elfe grows
A laden elfe grows
And glows in pouring rain
She is wrapped in paper basket
ribbons of coiled and meandering floor
Of earth in mistle and poor white fur
To see her crow leaf tap a Juniper wing
And Call in dream for a coat of dream
Since the dawn sows a pastel flue
With wind, a pale and awestruck hue
Coal the grey, winter the fox a frozen paw
I saw, I saw an iced damn hollering blue
she is safe, Topsoil on topsoil
she is safe from the cold
Passed out
in soft ohms of Jesus’ ladle palm.
And glows in pouring rain
She is wrapped in paper basket
ribbons of coiled and meandering floor
Of earth in mistle and poor white fur
To see her crow leaf tap a Juniper wing
And Call in dream for a coat of dream
Since the dawn sows a pastel flue
With wind, a pale and awestruck hue
Coal the grey, winter the fox a frozen paw
I saw, I saw an iced damn hollering blue
she is safe, Topsoil on topsoil
she is safe from the cold
Passed out
in soft ohms of Jesus’ ladle palm.
#love
#death
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Apr 2021 8:35pm
9th Apr 2021 8:35pm
The other kitchen drawer...
(just all my NaPo entries that I would like to re-everything again)
the alcoholic mid-morning fields
young boy dreaming
nothing will scare you,
the spoons inside, pool
to sea and sall screams back to you
the foolish floats
as a hook waiting
a throat of wren singing
and I am laying now down
for tomorrow
baby-milk sky
the nautilus dried fruit sun
seeing and sawing
I magnet the compass
until the north stops spinning ...
the alcoholic mid-morning fields
young boy dreaming
nothing will scare you,
the spoons inside, pool
to sea and sall screams back to you
the foolish floats
as a hook waiting
a throat of wren singing
and I am laying now down
for tomorrow
baby-milk sky
the nautilus dried fruit sun
seeing and sawing
I magnet the compass
until the north stops spinning ...
#NaPoWriMo2021
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Apr 2021 7:43pm
5th Apr 2021 7:43pm
all the buried men
the buildings remain
sell them up to god.
kneels - to turn the key
to the lock,
rises - to house
the birds to dust
in shadows
of the morning sun
your artist hands
bow and pick:
the safe in beds
and last pence
from my pocket,
I note
all your blue-grey skies
as each sun behind
sheds light to steal
the woodland's break.
I do not know
if these shimmers that kick off
from their leaves
step towards me
or against my life besides.
sell them up to god.
kneels - to turn the key
to the lock,
rises - to house
the birds to dust
in shadows
of the morning sun
your artist hands
bow and pick:
the safe in beds
and last pence
from my pocket,
I note
all your blue-grey skies
as each sun behind
sheds light to steal
the woodland's break.
I do not know
if these shimmers that kick off
from their leaves
step towards me
or against my life besides.
#love
#death
#nature #NaPoWriMo2021
#nature #NaPoWriMo2021
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15 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Apr 2021 1:30pm
1st Apr 2021 1:30pm
in alcoholic mid-morning fields
young boy dreaming
nothing will scare you,
the spoons inside, pool
to sea and sall screams back to you
the foolish floats
as a hook waiting
a throat of wren singing
and I am laying now down
for tomorrow
baby-milk sky
the nautilus dried fruit sun
seeing and sawing
I magnet the compass
until the north stops spinning
the mothe rumbling, mumbling
stumbling upstairs
and the stars are looking
to find you (see if you)
are looking for them
nothing will scare you,
the spoons inside, pool
to sea and sall screams back to you
the foolish floats
as a hook waiting
a throat of wren singing
and I am laying now down
for tomorrow
baby-milk sky
the nautilus dried fruit sun
seeing and sawing
I magnet the compass
until the north stops spinning
the mothe rumbling, mumbling
stumbling upstairs
and the stars are looking
to find you (see if you)
are looking for them
#morning
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2021
546 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Mar 2021 5:09pm
24th Mar 2021 5:09pm
the hedgerows
keys on the floor; the rose-lists
and the buckle
I used to pull tight round you
every morning in infant's law
the cherry-wood door
where our names are scored
we were in love once
before
if I was ever that close
to work in your puzzled
and sinking eyes,
heavy in crocus-dew
lain in burlap fields
with jericho's sun rising edge
what side was there to walk
'...ever, the lawn
or tile,
I was always inside'
and the buckle
I used to pull tight round you
every morning in infant's law
the cherry-wood door
where our names are scored
we were in love once
before
if I was ever that close
to work in your puzzled
and sinking eyes,
heavy in crocus-dew
lain in burlap fields
with jericho's sun rising edge
what side was there to walk
'...ever, the lawn
or tile,
I was always inside'
#love
#countryside
#separation
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Mar 2021 8:48pm
11th Mar 2021 8:48pm
cortinas
..after the rats' nests when the dogs can rest,
wet below your boots worn ledgered and tight.
Sown to the ankle, ripped down to the bud.
Down to a hare's view
in their night mare.
We cleared the woods...the fields are nought but haugh
the draining ditches are clean and free
out from the noon and peacocks 'sun
(in from the lust of the moon,
a whole white calf
.. half life/death, a quarter glance of fingernail light)
in silver ponds
the frail spring sun holds pale comparison ...
wet below your boots worn ledgered and tight.
Sown to the ankle, ripped down to the bud.
Down to a hare's view
in their night mare.
We cleared the woods...the fields are nought but haugh
the draining ditches are clean and free
out from the noon and peacocks 'sun
(in from the lust of the moon,
a whole white calf
.. half life/death, a quarter glance of fingernail light)
in silver ponds
the frail spring sun holds pale comparison ...
#murder
#environment
#nature #SelfWorth
#nature #SelfWorth
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2021 10:57pm
6th Mar 2021 10:57pm
marriages...of bramble, beetle eggs and tortoise shells
pour clary
tea
into saltpots
esther
I am in sin
all ghosts
lay in my glasses
their library breathes heavy
they refuse
to face the open window
the lie didn't work
it was a poor
and malconceived plan
I had been recognized
within a crowd
in some text
the flavor of a meal
in ways the broads
of a bramble breaks ...
tea
into saltpots
esther
I am in sin
all ghosts
lay in my glasses
their library breathes heavy
they refuse
to face the open window
the lie didn't work
it was a poor
and malconceived plan
I had been recognized
within a crowd
in some text
the flavor of a meal
in ways the broads
of a bramble breaks ...
#LifeStruggles
#countryside
#illness
539 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2021 10:47pm
2nd Mar 2021 10:47pm
onto preying verges in the wings ii
being
not one to ignore
the flaps and cracks
before a starling breaks
the greenhouse glass.
and the sparrowhawk
by one feather more,
threw, see thee,
against the web
and grimy pain
a solitary kit, weightless
from his murmuration.
The hull I asked? she never returned
to devour and finish the task.
So unalone, unmade with
prayers in bits of morsels to say,
of the spade and grave,
the gaffer and lathe.
The perspex is in
for the marking hole ...
not one to ignore
the flaps and cracks
before a starling breaks
the greenhouse glass.
and the sparrowhawk
by one feather more,
threw, see thee,
against the web
and grimy pain
a solitary kit, weightless
from his murmuration.
The hull I asked? she never returned
to devour and finish the task.
So unalone, unmade with
prayers in bits of morsels to say,
of the spade and grave,
the gaffer and lathe.
The perspex is in
for the marking hole ...
#heartbroken
#death
#birds #support
#birds #support
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