"slushing" poems
For my muse, I choose the euphoric source
Of my most transcendent -
Lovely
- Muddy
Memories.
Perceptual flashes ― slosh slushing
Approaching an untamed blue-green pond
Just your average amphibian gone blonde.
In sunshine or windward shower.
Loitering around the grassy brim,
On that one slick rock, I stood up
Catch a fish ― oooooh you swift ⁓
Let it back in?
Or you could...
Run screaming like the flaming river rumbling down the mountain.
To the lunulate lagoon?? in the front yard
Hop & stand
Fish in hand You. Have. To. Make. It.
But the gargantuan estate. . . it's too late.
That tiny t-rex gait ― might just seal
That golden guppies fait.
Cause you sprung like spring
And set that little sucker free.
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC
Golden sand tickling your toes
Pebbles gleaming, glistening, slushing
When the tide comes back to shore.
Sand dunes hiding wildlife,
Multitudes of migratory birds,
Safely returning every year to
This beautiful, marshy paradise.
Skies so orange, pink and red,
An artists palette of natural art
Greet you at sunrise and sunset.
***** kippers, cod and plaice
Shrimps, cockles and whelks,
Mushy, minty peas and chips,
The show at the end of the pier.
The lifeboats and their hardy crew
Risking their lives to save others,
When visitors run into trouble
At the mercy of the cold North Sea.
Crumbling coastlines, cliff walks
And nature reserves full of the
Scent of wild garlic and herbs,
Norfolk lavender. Steam engines,
Fishing boats, river boats,
Paddling boats and cycles
Take you on journeys
Around the Broads or
Past the famous Castles.
Tigers and leopards peer
Through the bars of their
Zoo homes by the sea.
Easterly winds that bite your
Fingers as they whistle and
Howl through the City.
Guest houses closed for
The winter as you stroll
The lonely promenades
Breathing in the air.
Queen Bodicea, Normans,
Vikings and Romans all
Marched through this
Historical landscape
And yet we remain
Stalwart and strong
Proud of our heritage,
Our roots, our birthplace
There's only one place
Better than Norfolk,
And that's the
Beautiful Ozarks.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
Lemon and Ginger
Floating on water,
Succulent,
Slowly, diffusing
Then
Slushing into
Wide mouth;
Soothing,
Burning pain,
Smoked.
Nourishing, bare
Throaty flesh,
As repetition comes:
**** after ****
Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 3:58 PM UTC
The torrid slushing slosh and evening moondown temperature of green-boiled cauldrons
We drove—not we, just I
And, branches falling, found my way
Blind and in a roundabout
I removed my sheathened corpuscle
My metal encasement and violated the elements of fire
Sorrowful electricity and fate blots out all headlights
Those cares—those cars!
SORGESORGESORGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
You hold on, now
You keep trying
And I’ll be back
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 1:10 PM UTC
Wet snow falls faster than the
dry, fluffy flakes associated with a White christmas.
People say when it is slushing or sleeting or otherwise drizzling almost-flakes,
the weather cannot make up its mind.
I think the opposite;
each heavy flake falls with great purpose,
reaching quickly toward the ground,
trying its very best to be snow,
real snow,
that will stick and not wash away on contact with the
earth, warmed from within.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 6:30 PM UTC
Hoji-cha kisses
Warm, roasted, gentle
Melt frost from my nose
The tip of my nose
On this frozen night
With you
We stroll
Through silent snow
On ancient cobbled streets
Slushing through shadows
Thorny shadows
Cold and soft
But I'm warm
With you
Copyright © Lara B. a.k.a. Lalachan
January 2013
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 6:44 AM UTC
you are a thunderstorm. an earthquake. a volcano. you could rip a ******* throat out with your teeth.
you are the hot and heaving forest
sliced with sticky shimmery things,
(like bat-heads and beetlewings),
the slushing gushing river with its
tripping tumbling foam,
teeming with salmon headed
upstream to spawn.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
You lean over the table and touch my hair,
ease it from my face, flick it down my neck.
Beautiful,you say, though the colour's mixed
by Carys at the salon, daubed onto my roots.
We eat while I window gaze, the ice-pink sky
slushing to grey, the day in transit between light
and dark as night tows it across the afternoon,
discards shadows of where I walked and stood.
Shoppers to and fro along the pavement, edge
further from the sun with each footfall and turn
of a baby buggy wheel and I'm lost,slip-sliding,
paring time into remainders. I tell you how I feel
knowing it's Autumn, our favourite season; October,
the month we were married all those years ago.
You look surprised,disappointed,but when I ask
you smile, shake your head, speak of other things.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
Out of time
No rhyme
Slushing the universe
Nibbling the edges
Moving fast and slow
Steady as she goes
It’s inevitable
The inevitable
Until you find slow
Shift: reverse
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 3:14 AM UTC
Little crystal
From on high,
Atmospheric;
Icycling down
To ground and
Fluffing the land,
One yellow crocus
Brave above light
White.
Then to compact
Hard,
Thus to ice
Slipping unsuitable shoes
And slushing,
Dissolving
Feeding drains-
The miracle and metamorphoses of
Water
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
You lit a fire in me,
And I know,
That's a really stupid way of saying it,
But nothing compares
To the way that you've melted
The ice that's frozen my insides,
A mushy pink slushie,
Unsure of where I begin
And the frost ends,
And I used to hear it
Every
Single
*******
Day,
Slushing and slurping
And flowing between the bones of my ribcage
Like an ocean of organs
That wanted nothing more than be to warm again,
But now I'm on fire,
And I can feel everything dripping,
Solidifying back into place,
And I swear to god,
Today I felt my heart beat again.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC