striations of antiquity
by Tanner Brockwell
striations of antiquity
laid low in red rocks
that hot beats into fine sand
the torrid dark reflection
is of a darker world
with striations of its own
the sub face sub surface ooze
quiet of life no ripple
upon that place
but only slanting striations
antique before antiquity
hard as fact
and immoving state
Popularity: 23% [?]
black as pitch
by Tanner Brockwell
black as pitch
wings over high spread
downy soft for dreams
raucous caw caw
terrible gaze
dark dreams
what awesome journey flightly
take where
feathers flit
and rise upon the lunar edge
dressed in a veil
the faint clouds
move sinister yet
this celestial chorus
harmonies radiating
beyond the haze
there revealed retiring
cosmic cacophony
pull the covers close
pull the pillow close
and fly in dreams
Popularity: 25% [?]
fair princess
by tanner brockwell
fair princess
when eyelids droop
in sleepy times
the far sails flutter
of a sailing ship
astride the dancing waves
that certain sway
flutter wings
pulsing scintillation
of gossamer thoughts
draped upon luscious action
feel your chest rise
with each deeper breath
past exaltation hold
the tender vacuum of presence
in breathe deep again
the rhythmic pattern
rise and fall
and the waves are lapping
down along the sands
the fluttered sails
fill with a buoyant breeze
and the journey begins
Popularity: 27% [?]
past the structures
by tanner brockwell
past the structures
the ruptures
the up thrown
tinders to owns
and hewn or sewn
or flash welds
that joined
the severed links
upon the pink
and they were cold
but smooth
and chinking clinking
swung about
and there was danger
and a dare
and even then there was
underneath
a buzz a bit
the under known
in a sense
mind lock on pause
and press play
press deep
and explode
into being
in the depths
reach
and drawing past
oh this is this
this is all at last
an energy and a smile
the energetic while
that spinning leaves a charge
that keeps humming
there is no beginning
thus there is no end
but the circle and the link
Popularity: 24% [?]
not for ayes or yays
by tanner brockwell
not for ayes or yays
or as it is is always be
but the spark in air
caught to conflagration
oh oh over and then
only then this is when
thought of cause
thought apart
of this and whole
to find where it all begins
Popularity: 30% [?]
in the darkest
by tanner brockwell
in the darkest
before the dawn
where ache and break
went hand over
a plea respite
against sorrow fold
wrap hearts in care
and there there in the night
pin’t o the dark sky
was a hue that bent
and spread rosy thru
and night was took away
heart hue for rising
pale then lighter
coming of this brighter
the dawn rose rays
lifting hearts again
where there was dark
it fades away
this light is bright
and near and true
thought for was over due
but melodies of the tiny thrush
lilting cross the boughs
pass dark until
will rise the sun
and gladden all and everyone
Popularity: 28% [?]
i woke with voices
by tanner brockwell
i woke with voices
the murmured thus of the waking thrush
and knew that the hour was short before
the evening star gone from view
vanished like the rising dew
that a throaty hush of the thirsty thrush
would quench before e’re he would sing
that creaking sigh of porch swing sway
oh it’s going to be an early day
and he was joined by the tilting lilt
a stones throw or skip upon the pond
where rings were made by dragonflies
that soared so low they touched the surface
a quizzical way to start the day
that early morn in sun rays drenched
soft folds of the glory in morning unfold
and light as rays upon the ways
that glistened with a drop or two
the mornings way in drops of dew
that freshen everywhere they fall
and slipping from the petals roll
in to the deepest silken fold
and morn is rose with audience
a daring after chance
that I’d roll in my way out of the bed
inspired by this great event
that carried on while I dreamed
or so it seemed
that nights embrace with soft touch
would wake me now with the softest brush
as she too rises to go
there is laughter in this show
that audience that majesty
for each is one for each to see
Popularity: 30% [?]
what epoch or apoch
by tanner brockwell
what epoch or apoch
or even epocryphal
lonely way this highway
this old road fresh found
and less traveled
that fire in your soul
burns and bright
could light
a thousand points
upon this rose
this only rose
night and lights
pylons danced in might
oh the dancing of the light
a spectacle a tragedy
the only dancer that i see
an imprint the faint smudge
of yesteryear upon the ear
and brow and how
the night is full of dancing
when there’s never anyone there
or there or there
in the only heat
that was caught from flames
that slowly creep
into internal in the flame aspire
and see the night is lit and light
for this only fire
Popularity: 23% [?]
the air was fused
by tanner brockwell
the air was fused
the chilling evening
with the be-dusted beam
between
ridges around
the teacup
the hyper action beam
like a guy-wire holding
the two sides of the table
together
there were other beams
they stood silent or hummed
with the pulse of electric life
wonder
marvel
filed away
and then forgotten
until today
when they returned
the acrid dry dust
a distant memory
Popularity: 33% [?]
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