At The Old Mill |
A T T H E O L D M I L Lthe Brandywine flows slow and quietthrough the valley of roses, observing silence as it whispers byin unnatural stillnessas though giving pauseto...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Dec 2008 23:54:00 GMT |
Celluloid |
C E L L U L O I Dthe sky hangs low&distended gray belly dripping a somnolent song, listless and languid.I sit and drink coffee that has no taste, staring at skies that have no color, humming a song th...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Dec 2008 23:50:00 GMT |
Elicit |
E L I C I Tyou slepton the drive northtoward Grand Canyon, through the plush green vale of Sedonacradled between terra cotta teethof mesadropping lowinto blue shadowat the sweep of valley floorwhere c...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Dec 2008 23:47:00 GMT |
Morpheus Descending |
M O R P H E U S D E S C E N D I N GI lie paralyzed, stricken in silent disease.pulses of memory crackleover thin circuits of brain, electric strobes arcing the blue twilightof sleep.I reme...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Dec 2008 23:46:00 GMT |
A Little |
A L I T T L Eto the woman at the post office:I held the door for youbecause your hands were fulland mine were not.I wish you would have seenthe sincerity in my eyeswhen I smiledbecause the...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Dec 2008 23:43:00 GMT |
Rhapsody |
R H A P S O D Ylightly I tap the music standa brief silencebaton held high, and then...it descends in a fluid sweepand music beginsa low stirring of stringsand the cello moanssubtle twist of wristand ...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Dec 2008 23:39:00 GMT |
What Wild Roses Whisper |
W H A T W I L D R O S E S W H I S P E Rhave I hindered thee?or would you pause againand remember how to live?~Michael Shawn Leamer
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 22:22:00 GMT |
Saplings |
S A P L I N G Sgiggling treessway without rhythm;restless children awaiting the school bus on a sunny day.~Michael Shawn Leamer
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 22:21:00 GMT |
First Light |
F I R S T L I G H Twith a mother's love,the morning suncombs a gentle handthrough waking treetops.~Michael Shawn Leamer
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 22:19:00 GMT |
Hush |
H U S Hthe hours grow short, angelso precious few remain...be still with me a momentin my foolish construction.~Michael Shawn Leamer
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 22:16:00 GMT |
