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Seek Dewdrops Here
A drop of sweat finds its way down my back, and I am numb to the way it navigates the scaly mountain range of my spine before pooling in the cool indentation below. There are more pearls waiting their turn to slide, and they flitter like sprites on the fence of my brow, guarding the […]
MoreYour Faithful Float
Forever your faithful floatflaking against your fresh coat,serving a daily purpose, butisolation makes me nervous,half-submerged in salty sea.All the nets you cast with me,the way I bobbed and weavedornery waves waiting to be retrieved,only to be slung with so many more–a buoy has no purpose on the shore. Colors draineddried and hangedmy knots all looseeach […]
MoreHigh-Risk American
I’m a high-risk American,a potential embarrassment to my country,serving fifteen years with chalk-dusted fingers.Compassion stings like a vaccine no one will takedue to fear of authority or god’s wrath.
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How to Cut an Apple
“You can’t cut into an applewithout shining it a bit.”Grandpa pulled his handkerchief,polished the heart-shaped fruitthen gave it to me to twist the stem;our walk along the river’s rim.
MoreGolden Stroll
Still learning many thingsfrom peculiar-colored flowersplanted in the afternoon.Garden Orchestra soundsthe daisy-gong too soon.Curious bread-and-butterflies,monuments, mermen,fields of geese none lie in,constant feeling something’s missing.Palace, overrun with weeds.Repose and read but don’t go to seed. © khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved This poem is writted for D’Verse’s Monday Quadrille #129 A Curiosity of Poems. Our host, WhimsyGizmo, asks […]
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Granny’s Nightcap
Cobblestones rise up from Walensee past the cottages of Quinten, a place no tires have tread. Hidden in the hillside, a cellar with homemade delights, Quintensaft, pickled plums, and fresh wildflower honey, just leave your francs in the bin. A ways uphill, a small stand with saffron soap and lavender salts perch beside a mason […]
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Dear Celestine
Dear Celestine, Cliffside like half-sheared sheep,clouds that diffuse when steeped,steaming out the sky as snow, white-outretracting your mountainous glow. Oh Celestine, The whole hillsides been bourgeoisied,a golf course of putting greens,your lake an evaporating puddle,a watering hole for the overpowering junglebarely reflecting back peaks and sky,the unseen picture frames of our lives;the wrapping paper of […]
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