Made of log and stone.
Sourced from the woods it stands in,
The East End shelter.
Tag: Stone
September Poem 41: Gundam: A Series of Cinquains
Motion
Detective to
The sleek enamel and
Curves of sheeted steel waking the
Giant.
Motion
Detective to
The sleek enamel and
Curves of sheeted steel waking Des-
Truction.
Motion
Detective to
The sleek enamel and
Destruction in large thumping steps.
Creeking.
Motion
Detective to
The mountainside. The glint
Of steel black and red under stone.
Shedding.
Motion
Bringing to life
The beast of a thousand
Years. Unmanned awakening
Golem.
July Poem 21: God’s Eye
Ridding the winds of Hurricane Matthew.
A felt vibration of wind, in a word.
Ephemeral slight of meaningless wind.
Up from the rock strewn friction chips signaled
Itself relax. Those who escaped the rock
Were lost. For my part, I swam. On that rock,
The stone music led and had envisioned
The deep, the stone. This was the cornerstone
If the cornerstone happened. The white line
In the water, to clean his catch on man,
God’s eyes watered the dew point like a ghost,
Took water, and rose up the stately streets
Between the high wave that rose up in him
In the blowing in off the lapping waves.
2012 Poetry: Shakespearian Sonnet
The bigot strikes the heart with words of stone,
lashing at fantasy cracks in one’s soul.
His words careen, tumble and tear through bone.
He hopes others will help them speed their roll.
A boulder roles loudly, clumsy and slow,
and friction does chip and crumble its base.
Observers act and help absorb the blow.
And granite eyes define the bigot’s face.
Alas, the danger lies in kindly heart.
Microbial dust defiles honest breath.
Unbeknown, the dust stays below at start.
Once dust can cling, it strangles men to death.
Do not fear one man’s hate and bigotry,
he has compiled from society.
July Poem 25
The flier read the yard with me: that was
The staple out of the marble
With the nails, the yard, the flier, with me
Out of the side of the largest hill.
In darker not quite brown section of shadow,
There was a hint of blue
Elements in the roughly hewn stone seats.
There was a figure in the dark.
Stan. But he looked strange.
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