Today's guest poet is: Nikki Hampson
Owls
Metal vortex gray grind machinery
Naïve butterflies preen on the edge of the abyss,
And you,
Watching with your suitcase ready
To leap from your perch of lost shoes and broken pansies!
See the ethereal glow of stardust flowers;
Abandoned junk and trash nestled in lilies,
Garbage, screws, and tires,
“this is a cave” you whisper
The owl watches, great black eyes and
Indian feathers, tarot beak and shaman gaze,
Protector of the grass elephant jungle,
Glow bright hummingbirds dodge boot black feet,
Industrial grit of time and steel,
Fairy ghost mushrooms crushed underfoot
3 comments:
I like the rapid succession of images, especially the line "rapid grit of time and steel." I look forward to reading with you next Thursday.
Wow, this poem has some great sounds in it and beautiful diction. It's totally pleasing to my ear! Thanks for posting it!
thanks guys! by the way-- really enjoyed the reading tonight!
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