Happy holidays! blue skies poetry is taking a short hiatus for the coming week, and will return with an announcement about an exciting new project on January 1st, and new poems beginning January 5th.
All the best,
Angela Kublik
Editor
Two or three days after December solstice — near enoughanyway to be able to notice the lengthening day and day again,the places it gets to. Somewhere out of the way of lastyear’s extensions, forays and tributary meanderings; ora moment, it may be, through/of the heron-plucked sunbranchwas it? […]
There always seemed to be more water
when I remembered the place
than there would be when
I’d go back.
A big chunk of land
solid as old memories,
heavy as a plumb weight
at the edge of that grey heave
and bubble, not really changing
(but never quite the same either).
It rose slowly –
a long gradient –
an obstinate measurement
of what never waited to […]
I on my front step
deliberate meditation,
slow sips of hot, sweet coffee
Crow on his fencepost
fastidious cleaning
his beak wiped on grey wood
late July sun shimmers
on his bakelite feathers
on my copper strands of hair
on the old dog nodding off
in her front porch pew
a breeze rustles leaves
dry as hymnals, hushes
the city’s restless muttering,
whispers a sermon on faith.
~ Dymphny Dronyk
Dymphny […]
Four otters forage together
the length of Lily Pond, spines pouring under
then heads-up, jaws shearing and crushing
frogs, minnows, pollywogs, crayfish,
diving again.
They call to each other
as I watch them out of sight in a blur of flowers.
I think of them crossing the lane
for the next pond, the neighbour’s land,
past “Live Bait” signs and “Standing Timber Wanted”
– but […]
