Tanner Brockwell

when you wish upon a falling
by tanner brockwell

when you wish upon a falling
star
the brusque coldness
between shoulders
a flying fire
could not aspire

when you wish upon a silky
blackness
the temerity of ice waves
that held dancing foam
bubbled spheres of time
bound for anywhere

when you wish upon a heart
sigh
without you or within
this strength is all same
stated trunk so tall
years and years til now

when you wish upon the deep
main
the plank topped waves
gunwaled about stood for speed
and sailed to uncertain ports
hard tack and bread supplied

when you wish upon a falling
star
unquenched burns
beneath the rippled rolling
chill cold dark of this sea
this fire burning

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the black pitchy night
by tanner brockwell

the black pitchy night
enveloped the scene
sulfurous ignition
the kindled sparks
caught hold
and flaring leap
to the bituminous flare
the shaded figures
linger in the edged light
a circle emerges
the spread light runs up against
the wisp of the leering night
stroked as brushes upon the satin
darkly this night has start
and with sudden impetuous
leaps with kindling flame
a fire a spark and dance
that will be a while
the fire a type of chronicle
traces paths in the air
that burn upon the thoughts
a smokey taste in the air
someone has smoked a cig
the metallic tang of nicotine
wasting by
and then it is gone
the air still full of flames
the essential oils fuel
where there was only dark
a light is shown
the night is new
how much is known

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strayed from paths we’re on
by tanner brockwell

strayed from paths we’re on
footstep fast step
in and out the weave
a murmuring crowd
for thoughts in motion
thoughts aloud
passed from lips
past lingered trips
past the long long way
the night is new and so the day
for past these steps
passed this way
where stars and moon
for sailing so
the quieting
the kiss of slumber
the dark of time
that lowering
fell on lids
and lips
that fluttered brief
the pulse and sigh
and stumbled once
before we fly

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for oft the best things are
by tanner brockwell

for oft the best things are—those that we together dream
they are the morning right as it is bright
that dancing form across the glade
a sylvan archetype bowed a curve
the airs of some old melody
the rustle of limbs together
boughs touch spread wide
covered with the pointed shapes
superfluous adornment
that in a moment slides smooth
silkwise thought in a cascade
towards a grounding
charging this dance as muse
as invoker as bearer of wordless why
a parade of scant forms
dancing in the glade

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i have the orb pink espied
by tanner brockwell

i have the orb pink espied
that rising standard
lo a new day here
the air in agitation
blows from the back
having a night without rest
waited anticipating
rosy red the tinged sky turned
warming as the chill slipped away
the crumbles of the firm sand
under my legs
this way
i stayed awake
the senses wired
not sure if i would sleep
then like a wave over me
a second wind an energy
that kept me in the dark night
from slipping this bond
not for a soaring
but the constant aware
of this that is here and here
small messengers in battalions
the wide sands stormed
and now that the sun lights
they are the ghosts of the night sky
memories of their movement
a dance upon a hidden place
hidden in dark shades
that faded with the rose rising sun
lo this is a day
a day like no other
nor nought for longing sought
these dancing rays
will dance all day

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waft left aloft
by tanner brockwell

waft left aloft
the so near stratosphere
that urging for once
the feeling upon
the sent of
missions past
memories idyll
foot print upon
clay dirt road
particles of dust
scattered with each step
the tree lined road
vibrates with distant wheels
strangefarers way gone for gone
in the too close near of friends
new and old the unknown
i remember you
the words that exchange
the night swings low
before there was the rustle of thunder
light rains that fell damp and warm
the lights in the night like beacons
and later still the fog lower in the valley
cloaked figures nighttime ships
the paths the charted ways
and like ships were sailing
hull-oo and oh flash and brilliant
chains of orbs
figures fantasies
the aspect of archetypes
some intend some discover
the magic of a cautious role
then daring into the light
dawn was presaged
throaty chortle of local birds
their wings flick in anticipation
shuffle and muscles stretch
the rays of early dawn
golden beams
where morning arose
and left a wake of dewy jewels
across the meadow

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chalky clouds
by tanner brockwell

chalky clouds
pressed flat against the sky
the light gray light
half a moon rising
hidden behind buildings
in the dark night that easily goes
it is a wending moon
that moon of going
for here and there
this lighted night
half way half way home
towards full a going
rise as the night would
take the lighted clouds deft
a blowing and they go
the tufts visible and gone

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like to dancing sprites
by tanner brockwell

like to dancing sprites
abob and weave
around the open candle flame
the misty embrace
the rising steam
two as wait as wait as one
first came the kiss up above
that landing upon the petals more
scented sweetly the evening air
then the kisses were landing in a pair
that conjuring of spirits wise
they were sprites and open eyes
glimpsed the pulse and beat
of quick hearts to keep
then the twining grow
this is a glimpse
then down down low
the brush of tips of kisses lips
that left a fragrant trail
past hips and sigh past gleaming eye
reflecting oh the glimpse of oh
take as you find
take as you join and stir the open heart to wake
that slept a day and woke brightly
as the evenin’ lowered see
that star that rose that awakened thought
a quick rise and caught
and share betwixt this hand in hand
and hand upon the pulse of life the beat unto
the evening rises rises yet for you

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immensity
by tanner brockwell

immensity
the long stretch of countless days
uncounted unacknowledged
the weight of glacial slowness
pressing the nooks and tight
vitality in some such antique place
the deposit the lay up the fix
and stratified the rarities
tiny unnoticed undone
sleeping sometime
sleeping somewhere
these ages have names
they are short to say
but oh these ages are longer
than any other day
and taking as the taste
that clear shimmer crystalline
oh the interior shines
the inside has a light
that glint of hints
that welcome stay
this taste is here
and yet melts away
so saying succinctly
as so often said
passing so savory
the dashing or sprinkled way
that all satiation
is better than before

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