Tuesday, February 2, 2010
a soulless estate
by tanner brockwell
a soulless estate
the green tract
street lighted bulwarks
the island minus the sand
the emptied hollow of the once were
once were once
and the shells without roar
of far far shores
are silent
in the roundabout way
cul-de-sac complete
once were once
the dark frames
will in weather
shift into the collapse
of follies and frivolities
gone but for gray foundation
once for once
once we were
the flit wind of flight
that stopped for rest
and carrying on carried
the soft message of advance
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Wednesday, January 20, 2010
pearl from the darkest waves
by tanner brockwell
pearl from the darkest waves
and hands that reached amongst the silt
diving in the cool dark waters
and finding the ridged flare of shell
gripped hard and lifting
carried in the lung tight burning rise
of the water cold upon the skin
and cresting shouting ho above the waves
and lifted the marine relic high
seaweed and sand clinging tight
inside inside the unknown sight
the darkest orb in this then darkest night
kept to hand to hand and climb into the skiff
oars and hands strongly gripped this find
this rough dull shell that inside hid a treasure new
this was a journey to the heart this was a journey dark
that braves the waves and threat of storm
cold winds blew now upon the deep
and roiling like a kettle thick
this surface shades of black to steep
and night and waves are constant now
they lull the incurious or fevered brow
and all the while the stars are hid
and only haze of luna’s lid
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Saturday, January 9, 2010
floating upon the waves
by tanner brockwell
floating upon the waves
like fire
this image of golden orbicity
the rays bending upon the surface
honeyed fluidity slipping
towards the dark house of night
that veil of mystery
flung across the stary deep
soft as silk the warm breeze
upon the skin
recline surrender
let the cosmos observe
as slowly slowly the winding dreams
unwind in time in your mind
slipping as falling leaves left
in another season
fell from the boughs of a high tree
and floating in slow descent
landing upon the forest floor
made a carpet a regal footing
for feet that dancing
reveled in the earthy loam
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Thursday, January 7, 2010
stood upon rough wood
by tanner brockwell
stood upon rough wood
the gaps between the dark
dust and seeds blew through and down
the wagon swayed from side to side
earlier in the day
i had my feet
bouncing up and down
pot holes in the road like a rolling
through my joints
the air was cool as i moved faster
late in the day
the evening was cooling
the up turned edge of leaves
rustling with the breeze
meant that the clear sky would turn dark
light showers in the night
a constant patter
and i dreamt of ocean waves
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the intensity of the undulations
by tanner brockwell
the intensity of the undulations
is exponential
is expanding like
fired synapses
chained passed messages
is aware of totality
of completeness
of the surfaced gasp
before submersed
in cyclopean majesty
suffice suffice suffice
this world of deep echoes
sonars rippling across
hidden peaks
the too possible valleys
the slopes falling away
away away the winding trace
there in the primordial
contrasting deep deep blues
the hidden hue
vessels messengers cross
meridians tropics the cold feet
of vast bergs in the sea
the sleep and deep
where only vibrations go
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Friday, December 25, 2009
sweeter than and almost
by tanner brockwell
sweeter than and almost
tang and yang
transported from
cold climes in time
unto the sweet beaches
stirred sultry
the sands bleached timbers
the drifted woods
parched salty dry
washed along the shore
waiting in the ringed tone
carried far from home
shed smooth bark
left the texture finished
kindled on the golden glowing sand
a pure blue flame
almost burning without smoke
creeping runner of flame
runs the entirety
racing higher and higher
the rays falling on the white heat
hot flames burned blue and light
coals to keep all through the night
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Wednesday, December 23, 2009
toes sifting through dry silt
by tanner brockwell
toes sifting through dry silt
on the lake bed
millennial memory
sometimes the rain comes
and winds and sun beat the dirt hard
underfoot under the sky
or if the water is late
the silty dust swirls around
like minute particles of sand
chalky the taste
eyes wrapped against the sharp wind
that cuts through everything
blow you down
blows right through
cooker today
tonight i’ll pull the covers over
cold and loud
the dreams are punctuated by
carnival on overload
this isn’t what it seems
this is not even a dream
waking with the sun
blue sky and the cup ridge hills
that long til now
that now and now is then
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Monday, December 21, 2009
the taut stretch of cotton twine
by tanner brockwell
the taut stretch of cotton twine
in the backyard on a summer day
tiny folds of meaning
shot skyward disappearing
a whishing noise gone
penciled inside
pictographs and unity
they were suitably gone
until with a plip
the signaled descent
down down down
into waiting hands
and unfolded
read eagerly
examined for minute changes
that would convey a message
like the dance of the stars
or the bent bough of the shore oak
that rustling in the sea breeze
was like a whisper of meaning
that murmured on
and listening forget the world below
but soaring on
in the blue tinged winds above
a small body soaring
carried as much as lead
the small tableau below
forgotten
until with a snap
the wings of fabric
out and in
flutter to sleep
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Monday, December 14, 2009
where you go
by tanner brockwell
where you go
both poles
of attraction
yield ribbons
of poise
the standing particles
spring and snap
magnetic and yet
where you go
both poles
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