Poetry (Day 235): Breach

 

Breach

Tree roots
arching out of the ground
like the back of
a mythical creature
breaking the waters of Loch Ness.

Poetry (Day 214): Before

Before

 

Floorboards cool and smooth.
Walking, bare foot,
through the sepia glow
of early morning.

Standby lights like
the glowing eyes
of nocturnal creatures
settling down to sleep.

Breathe the quiet before
the day’s engine
shifts gear to
the bash and crash,
the clatter and chatter of
breakfast and school lunches,
last minute homework
and pre-work melancholy.

Poetry (Day 135): Hidden

 

      Hidden

I see hints of poems everywhere—
in newspaper articles
in the sunshine
in a smile.
But like a nature photographer
with a bullhorn,
I have trouble coaxing
the creatures out into the open
so I can take the perfect shot.

Poetry (Day 104):Shine

     Shine

He throws light at the sky,
scaring away the creatures
that haunt the night.

And the stars
have nowhere left
to shine.