Josh - Hello Poetry

Josh Mar 2013

The stream
                        Runs rough

Beyond the towers of brick and mortar
A bridge of crumbling red concrete
Incased between the leaves, and rivers stone

I give
                       My trust

To the leather reins,
The horse that clops the uneasy terrain,
The decaying stones threatening to give way

I pour
                       My Mind

Into the rivers blue,
As if to feed the salmon,
Gorge the trout.

I slosh
                      My Eyes

To the rivers shore,
The edge of sludge and scale,
The currents of clay.

This is my attempt at an imagist poem! How did I do??

Josh Feb 2013

Cotton Candy

I intend to love the air in my lungs —
as I wake.
Compelled to peer through coke bottle glasses of glitter.

I intend to be unseen.
A whispering ocean concealed beneath the piers of Santa Monica.
I have so much to say, so much to share
as I wake.

Here in my bed,
Frozen between planks of wood and placid sea.
I laugh in my sleep,
groan as I wake.

I fear the here the now
and encourage the dreams,
the sounds.

Josh Feb 2013

Here in bed

I dreamt of bridges as I slept,
So far from where I wept.
Metallic rust, uneven spokes
So far from where I slept.

Josh Aug 2011

Goldfish

The blood flowing through my heart tickles as I lay in bed.
I have one wish: to protect me from my head, swimming with scaly goldfish.
I think, I thought, I remember.
All of this happens as I lay and ponder.
As I lay and rest, with this tiny goldfish tickle in my chest.

— The End —