My Poetry and Prose Blogology
A Fish Out of Water
"shivering apparitions of early morning mists
softly settle on their deep—quiescent waters..."
Billions and Billions
"how many of your beloved stars do you know—
who stare through the cold molasses of night..."
WEBB NGC-604 photo courtesy of NASA and STScI
Evanescence
"you linger in dreams
immersed in a placid teal sea
protected in the chest of my heart..."
Starfish Wishes
"merciless breakers of rolling rage
born beneath lost—lonely rainbows
churn deep colors into hoary froths..."
Every Creature
“God carved alabaster art out of dark space
a magnificent—reflective moon
to shine a standard of beauty and peace…”
Three Superpowers
“this divine therapy shaped me well—
three indomitable powers of time
molded into water, ice, and wind…”
My Old Eyes
“now—as my old eyes fade into flint
to humbly close in a fading entropy
I hope to carry one precious virtue
to a never-ending world of spirits”
Mothers’ Day
“who taught us how to love
in a love-forgotten world
who spread their beauty
upon nature’s own beauty”
Becoming Infinity
“I linger in the light
squinting in silver curiosity
exploring the snarled calculus
of this mystifying universe…”
Quiet Angels
“there's a perpetual sadness stirring
the pure hearts of our whispering waters…”
Photo and inspiration courtesy of my good friend Rod Sorenson. Visit his Website at: rcoakley.com
The Nth River
“the final flows of our weary sky-blue rivers
turbid from stretches of exasperated erosion
stirred up in colors of boundless branches
will gracefully empty into an endless ocean”
Before and After
“our love danced upon silver flocks of stars
long before time was ever contemplated”
A Raven’s Haunt
“an unkindness of dreary—obscure ravens
preach precariously upon my pitiful perch “
My Water Cycle
“I love to watch the leaves change
then tumble into grass-wrapped fingers
of vibrant but obscure autumn streams…”
A Silver Solitude
“once, I labored deep—in a massive silver mine
packed in the rusted vise of a sinking cage
we quickly plunged down a vertical mineshaft”
Let There Be Light
“as we walk along its paths of divine warmth
hand in hand—we steadily become the light
and the sun settles behind the mountains”
Lest We Forget
“in the end—we realize we never noticed the beauty
—because we were too busy trying to create it “
