Tanner Brockwell

what strange country is this
by Tanner Brockwell

what strange country is this
that is filled with thoughts of bliss
a lark a sigh the winging fly
crossed o’er the rampant sky

i have found the faeries trust
they gathered in an ought or must
and lording though the kingy rides
then to touch the crops or hides

they have this peculiar look
and if i crossed this bobbled brook
i made the warding quick and fast
that faery keep to their own at last

a spectral tide of shades and gloom
washed across the fields and moon
they’re only visiting for a while
then off they go for another mile

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unknown as i sleep
by Tanner Brockwell

unknown as i sleep
these are strange dreams
that other world
cast about poles
stretched to the limits
and being is faster or slower
or is in these deep times
a place of supreme delight
the mirthful giggle
has this found home
in the closeness of dreams
lids are in a lighter place
there amongst the rose fired dusk
winged messengers soar
on missions laid in place by memories
or predictions or dedications
that were figured
carved as hewn oaks
to become the front facing
eager expecting that each mile
sailed towards the horizon
would welcome new worlds to explore

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slow as the hushed breath
by Tanner Brockwell

slow as the hushed breath
whis-a-why way way
that the air is an instrument
inhaled – exhaled in time
in this periodic melodic
instantiation of leisure
of motion found and propelled
that ecstatic just
a swelling fugue
carries tones that oh do oh do
tremolo this is
low low low down below
rushing and a coursing
that rises as a pressure
stitch in nine
in now in now in now
and carrying as how
the motion is cresting
though only this is resting
a rise of whys and hows
the crescendo is oh how is oh
melodious monuments of veins
of vessels the throbbing pulse
hearts beat beat beat now
rhythms in syncopating
reciprocating the diver deeper
keeps close holds close
embraces in a tighter hold
infused until the being
feels close to overflow
and tips – the brimful glass
torrents of honey flow
the fresh scent of a morning rain
spring has arrived and each step
bearing the skyful bounty
sparkling in the dawns sunnied rays
this is a wonder filled awesome day

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sometimes filled
by Tanner Brockwell

sometimes filled
a brim the lips
kissed the white porcelain thin
a brim to sip
the traveled leaves
from farthest shore
oh there was this
and then there was more
added sweet
then added cream
suspended drop
drips in falling free
round orbs deeply sweet
tumbling push a diving
free for falling
dip rushing whistling
splashing royal spray
the rich brew sweetened
with cream and you

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stars flown
by Tanner Brockwell

stars flown
or flew or as oft was once
they were new
the crisp crink lo
sputtered forth
from crucible
the bellows roar
draw the heat
and infuse
mingling the heat and shine
unearthly brew
that is from energies
sublime attempt
see the only rush
that would end a sudden
and rise again

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like a beacon in the night
by Tanner Brockwell

like a beacon in the night
rise my shining one
before lights fly
for in the deepest depth of night
you have found me
and here am I waiting

like a beacon in the night
rise my shining one
the glowing tones
smooth across the spread
tapestry of a passing night

like a beacon in the night
rise my shining one
pull closer now dawn
that wakes all the world
come for leislure from dreams

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At night the dreams often seem
by Tanner Brockwell

At night the dreams often seem
Like travels in-between
The possible and the real
There inside in deep
There is the sense of awe
That other worlds can be touched
The slanted pole of duplicity
All things neat yet disarranged
Walking past remembrances
A sultry summer day
Slides slowly in to evening
And stars are jewels of a kind
That crystallize so sublime
With slumbers I would find
That other place or time
Is here is now
And how are the impulses more real
Mor clear that they should out of midst
And inbetween
Bubble to the top
With a rush that oh so heady push
Burst like Rays across
The sunset rosy set for we
And we shall wait awhile
Until that fabulous frame should drift
Like unto an unworldly ship
In passages betwixt we felt
That audacity was near to find
Then rose the gossamer clad host
And soared to cross this sky

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we are bright
by Tanner Brockwell

we are bright
as the myriad stars
in the dark field of night
that sparkle and shine
each in their way
a story to tell
in union the outlines
of fabulous beasts
the basilisk
the green dragon
a mermaid consorting
this starry field
that shifts and flows
aery waves of the deep
on high that cosmic tide
carrying elementals in changing states
that ebb shift and fade
between points
between these matters
that come as unity
an aspect of guidance
an ability to transcend
that in a blink of an eye
flits far cross the sky

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black diamond
by Tanner Brockwell

black diamond
deeply burn
consume intent
and flickering rise
renewed phoenix
imbued nascence
rising fly
the sparks of day
into the sparks of night

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