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Jun 2012 · 821
dawn in summer
joanna dibble Jun 2012
brief cool green hour interrupted by sunrise_ pierced with waves of shimmering heat
May 2012 · 1.2k
endless
joanna dibble May 2012
betta circles his glassy world wondering what's beyond the curve
May 2012 · 1.2k
hot
joanna dibble May 2012
hot
sluggish stroll to red-hot mailbox_sunstroke summer
May 2012 · 707
babytalk
joanna dibble May 2012
babbling syllables_ some strange ur-language before civilization sets in
May 2012 · 4.5k
seduction
joanna dibble May 2012
blushing oleander flowers beckon_inhale my dizzy deadly breath
May 2012 · 1.2k
flower moon
joanna dibble May 2012
infused with moonlight, casting sharp shadow_ i hear first whippoorwill
Apr 2012 · 706
'round midnight
joanna dibble Apr 2012
sloe-eyed night-children wander aimlessly, searching for something else
Apr 2012 · 629
becoming
joanna dibble Apr 2012
Soul settled deep in this nest of solitude, incubating Self
Apr 2012 · 751
winter burn
joanna dibble Apr 2012
at the end of the chilly day,
the edge of the woods is alight-
tall trees and low flickering fire-line
against the pale western sky.
the fierce blaze, wind-driven holocaust
burned hot and hard across the land.
the dancing fire-devils are gone.

a flashing firetruck waits
in the smoky air, the faint crackling radio
echoes the dying pops of the embers-
the quick snapping flare
of a pitchpine stump bright
against the long shadows.

God and man have fired
these woods for all time.
the neighbors congregate to watch
and talk, or lend a hand.
we walk the mile-long line
with our shovels and rakes,
soot-covered and coughing
to ensure the fire is dead.

crazy old sanders shouts
to us from the road:
"ticks and snakes! a fire's good!
it kills the ticks and snakes!"
he rides away on his bicycle-
a voice crying out in the night.
i believe him yet i bend to
blackened boots to check
my weary ankles for
signs of life.
true story
interesting experience
Apr 2012 · 906
hurry
joanna dibble Apr 2012
hasty poet scribbling
unwilling to wait
while the world sinks in.
and the poem arrives.
i recognized this in my poetic efforts recently.
my "aha!" moment.
writing is a gift, and patience a practice
Apr 2012 · 849
chimney
joanna dibble Apr 2012
hollow whirr of swift wings returning to clamorous nestlings' chitter
Apr 2012 · 1.0k
recluse
joanna dibble Apr 2012
welded walls surround circle of my world_ abundant lost connections.
solitude is both blessing and curse.
Apr 2012 · 1.4k
hurricane
joanna dibble Apr 2012
errant sulfur butterflies in salt-rusted sea grass after the flood
Apr 2012 · 657
plow
joanna dibble Apr 2012
long straight furrows' futile attempts to rule unruly Nature...
Apr 2012 · 571
healed
joanna dibble Apr 2012
this ruby heart cross-hatched with lifetime scars of love-songs lost
Apr 2012 · 451
play
joanna dibble Apr 2012
hold tight to aimless golden hours of childhood_ stay in saturday.
Apr 2012 · 1.4k
careless
joanna dibble Apr 2012
backs of envelopes, lost notebooks, strewn papers, vanished poetry.
joanna dibble Apr 2012
dead summer
sun shines between my bones
long crooked shadows
how long have I sat here?
oaks shade gave way to yellow

oblique rays illuminate
these dessicated sockets
gilded parched pastures
all dew has been up and took
long before I first awoke

autumn crows' appetite
my earthly flesh plucked away
I hear my heartbeat
thump thump as the rabbit runs
knowing winters frosty breath

the rabbit-catcher's campfire
cannot warm shivering bones
under their dry leafy quilt
all desire is quelled . . .
content with malodorous meat

from this hollow frame
my ice-glazed scaffold
coyote steals a femur
it was mine to freely give
suffering it was his to take

my gnawed bleached bones
scattered ,full transformation
predator to prey
play to the nature of things
sea transience by precipitant moon

4.12.12
A collaborative renga written with tsac
Apr 2012 · 943
sun after rain
joanna dibble Apr 2012
optic trick_rainbow's vivid prism forever to forever
Apr 2012 · 776
crones
joanna dibble Apr 2012
i brush the dust
from darkened leather seat
there, spun-out on my fingers
find a pale spider's thread
a silver strand newly shed
from someone's wintry head

so long and fine and womanly
tangled there_ i wonder
whose grey hair, old friends?
yours or mine or yours?
which silvered sister left behind
this single strand
of our common winter-web
Apr 2012 · 987
flying
joanna dibble Apr 2012
dry leaf dances in gentle breeze on a cobweb kite-string
Apr 2012 · 647
milky way
joanna dibble Apr 2012
in velvet sky, the endless band of distant stars arcing into forever.
Apr 2012 · 1.1k
birdsong
joanna dibble Apr 2012
passionate paeaons of courtship fast-diminishing to domesticated bliss
Apr 2012 · 666
i-ching
joanna dibble Apr 2012
ink-dark brushstrokes_ cross-hatched cloud-lines across lavender sky
Apr 2012 · 564
clearcut [one stroke]
joanna dibble Apr 2012
the sharp smell of fresh-logged pines bleeding pungent sap.
Apr 2012 · 2.0k
peony [one stroke]
joanna dibble Apr 2012
white blossom's faded petals tossed aside_a stained petticoat.
Apr 2012 · 848
facsimile [ one stroke]
joanna dibble Apr 2012
one hundred percent polyester shirt woven by plastic silkworms.
Mar 2012 · 603
terminated [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
deep in our hearts we tend the grave-yard's tiny tilted markers
Mar 2012 · 619
no boundaries [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
ink-blue fog bleeds into rippling waters_no horizon
Mar 2012 · 479
wedding [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
faint shadow of sorrow_paradise lost behind heart overflowing with joy
Mar 2012 · 1.1k
hatched [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
tiny gaping mouths in crowded nest_ red azalea flowers
Mar 2012 · 833
night noises [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
ancient heart-pine floors pop and creak releasing daytime footsteps
Mar 2012 · 996
dusk [ one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
knee-deep red clover_seven deer graze silently along wild-rose hedgerow.
Mar 2012 · 1.4k
unnatural [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
immortal bonsai infused with glycerine on banker's desk.
Mar 2012 · 679
long-lost [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
in my dream, my father put his hand on my childhood cheek
joanna dibble Mar 2012
a book, a man and a flask may be
such lovely comfort_ certainly
the woven tongues and salted sweat
eternal love declared, and yet
the bottle's dry, the man is spent
the plot is dull, so from his tent
she flies away_as quick as she can
and finds herself another man.
Mar 2012 · 462
heat [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
our bodies not touching beneath sticky sheets_woven tongues
Mar 2012 · 590
senyru [ one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
river willow deep-rooted in crumbling bank sways in flood's wild currents
Mar 2012 · 961
pre-verbal
joanna dibble Mar 2012
an infant has no words_
the pleasure at mother's breast
warm sweet sticky food love
Mar 2012 · 759
not yet april [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
fickle Spring drenched in exotic perfumes departs for warmer climes
Mar 2012 · 1.0k
shamrock [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
four-leaf clover pressed in dictionary_dried up good luck
Mar 2012 · 541
back-lit [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
gentle fog dissolves at sunrise leaving trees hung with brief diamonds
Mar 2012 · 1.6k
poverty fencing [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
long rusty tin sheets dividing red dirt road from home and hogpen
Mar 2012 · 718
early bloomer [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
tiniest blossoms of red-bud understory woven through bare trees
Mar 2012 · 511
insight [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
objects in the mirror are closer than they appear
what fun!
Mar 2012 · 1.2k
perfume [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
in green glass bottle poets' narcissus' intoxicating aroma
Mar 2012 · 542
grieving [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
pointless re-pinings exacerbate my sorrow for paradise lost
Mar 2012 · 472
dreaming world
joanna dibble Mar 2012
elusive illusion
desires and fantasies
illusive elusion
joanna dibble Mar 2012
pink-lipped Spring's pastel party dress slowly falling apart
Mar 2012 · 1.1k
broken glass [one stroke]
joanna dibble Mar 2012
jenny wren splashing in her tiny tiffany crystal tub
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