Saturday, October 5, 2013

Bleak Hill

photo by Mark Haley 


Rugged path, uneven steps
mark this dry bleak hill,

The cool air freshens my face
and quickens my breath,
a healthy walk
before the onslaught of welcome rain.

-Gerry@ Strummed Words


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Sunday, July 21, 2013

Immortal

painting by Andrew Wyeth 


A god, a thing of marble and stone,
wants to raise leg  and thigh over the seat
of the monster machine with its eye
like a moon piercing the night.
But he fears flesh, terror, a rush of
blood to brain and fever to brow.

Which immortal seeks to become a man
even for just a moment of speed,
high feelings, a chase on a thing of metal
and steel? When he can stand
forever stonelike and invincible,
standing tall over the land?


- Gerry @ Strummed Words

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Monday, June 10, 2013

Magpie Tales: My Locked Heart

Charleston Farmhouse Door 

A heart above a metal lock
beats on, knowing full well
there is no key and the lock
is broken.



-Gerry@ Strummed Words

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Sunday, June 2, 2013

A Conversation of Birds

Waking, Walking, Singing, in the Next Dimension? 1979 by Morris Graves

I have spoken to birds as a child, 
inviting them from their high perches
to land nearby where eyes
could see what my ears received, 
songs and messages that flew
through the air, its creators hidden in foliage
thick with green leaves of camouflage. 

And as an adult, I have heard them talk to me,
often in reprimand as in their dimension,
I rearranged their order and routine.
The poignancy of their sharp messages
of my flawed perceptions
was my genuine surprise.


- Gerry, Strummed Words

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Monday, May 20, 2013

The Conscientious Gardener

Lighthouse Dandelions by Jamie Wyeth 
  

A sea of dandelion starfish
 crawl on blades of green glass
and shine before the crisp silver blade
of the conscientious gardener.



- Gerry, Strummed Words

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