Sitting alone on the edge of a dock
as early morning fog rolls
over a lake as still as a whisper,
you can’t see the other shore –
no horizon,
simply grey water blending
into grey fog
into grey sky,
an opening into nothingness.
You can imagine how you would look
from the other side
(if there was one):
a solitary, unmoving figure,
kept company only by his […]
lemon juiceconcentrateis a bird these daysflying dailyfrom shelves in thisout of stockout of lucktime of want—not needmind youjust want
so with fouron the shelfit was—
here today no time likeit’s time to take […]
Some thoughts are dangerous
as June bears and berries,
awakening from a long slumber;
while the plump red fruit
hang low from the bush,
and lure the eye with promise,
those are the same ones
bear cubs cut their teeth on.
Best to skirt the dark edge,
avoid the sweet ones altogether
so as not to be eaten whole
by your hungry thoughts.
Perhaps there are no […]
For the summer months, blue skies poetry will be moving to a once per week schedule, in large part to allow this editor to enjoy more time outdoors! Watch your feed reader for a new poem each Thursday.
While I have lots of interesting new work lined up, there are still several gaps in the […]
Tuesday Lobsang Rampa made
tea so his Third Eye could open
to see dreams fortifying in aspiring hearts
as they reach for the next beat in their comings and goings
Socrates played the lyre by
banging on the strings while
humming and hawing about the trouble of
always stressing and straining against the chains
though he loved Phaedrus in the Symposium
it was Xanthippe […]
