Friday, April 21, 2017

NaWriPoMo #29, #30, & #31 The Three Bears of Poems

Giant Sun Set
A barely there glow
Rising from the toes
Rolling uphill to knees
Half folded in upward arcs
Which pull the thighs taut
To balance a torso
A trembling see saw
Tilting into the wind
Supporting redwood trunk
With firm branches
Waving and welcoming
Young families of hawks
Nesting in the shoulders
Just under the hair-line
Hidden to hunt from
Her neck turns
To hear the song of morning
And a slight shiver
In an unexpected breeze
She turns towards the horizon
Stretching to the fading stars
Saluting the moon
As she reaches to pick up
The now robust sun
At her feet
She places the sun on its track
And takes a step
To guard its primordial path
Shaking the ground
She steps again
Softer as not to wake
Those who do not see her
At sunset’s edge she sinks down
In slumber to kick the moon
Into place where she left it

Hunger
A rock hole
Carved into flesh
Boring into bones
Burning a buried
Bottomless pit
With stinking pitch walls
That cannot be climbed
Crumble the moment touched
Soiling the assailent
Surrounding the individual
Until they are unable to move
Immobile in their desire
They doze and dream
Not to sleep
They slip and fall
Into a tunnel
That narrows
As they slide
Into all-consuming want
Worried where words
Fill nothing and promises
Gut protruding bellies
Thoughts balloon
Bursting egos
Rain down in pieces
On dry wells
Acidic oceans
And fallow lands

Sweet Boy’s Words
Your words are like no other
I tilt my head and listen
For the pattern that soothes me
That grooms my insides
To sigh a dance of delight
As soon as I hear
How you say
What you say
Your way
Today

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