"spryness" poems
Light unloosens itself. Space slackens.
A figure of a shadow I have conjured before
anonymous eyes. Lapping up the waiflike bleakness
of their elliptical faces.
I must teach the trees to let go
of autumn, and relegate spryness to the hearth
of cold without merit, this slow, claiming mutiny
with its face-oval peering through windows multiplying
lovelessly, a crunch of a leaf, suchlike, flourishing
in peerless company. Before me, the sound of footfall
preparing to make sense, a rotunda of bell – that movement
of somebody done for, so ****** the scald welt of ******
the belch of the world like a pore clearing its squalor.
Or the toppled verdigris of gull.
Autumn’s greater extension, the abeyance, smilingly
a facsimile of crowds – its roads adorned with laburnum
singeing through the morning’s cauldron, a waft of bald terrain
inflamed, drawing with absence
a crippled drip of rain back into the world’s dim address.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
angels glimpse
spryness
of mirthful eyes
and volcanic cheeks
as puffy snowballs leap
about
chatoyant eyes glide
side to side
halcyon hands stroke
chalkboard hue
erasing frenetic world
prowling paws stir
snippets of serenity
beautiful dreams
shyness sheltered
in nuzzled fur
~ sadness scurries ~
purr of laconic
loneliness of
an only child
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 11:17 PM UTC