barefoot black as coal
by Tanner Brockwell
barefoot black as coal
in the wide backseat
back roads laid back
winding around country bridges
covered red plank
and the skies were overcast
and i was hungry
small restaurant
home cooked fare
where did the day go
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This is the details on my newest poem, hope to see you there!
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woodlands and hills are rolling
by Tanner Brockwell
woodlands and hills are rolling
the airy trill of small pipes
the path worn but mossy
beams from high fall to these lower depths
and the lit spots of golden rays
with elementals even in play
the motes are fast or drifting
climb fantastically skyward
a trill a trill a certain thrill
the revels begin low in the pulse
and you can not help but step faster
faster in to the wood in to this world
an opening ahead I see shades and shapes
move entwine the music moving the figures
even as it is moving in my mind
there is an air so it is here
the day is cool the night is fine
we are on this changing point
to step into the glade
filled with figures robed or showing
fineries in knowing
know this a finger placed upon the lips
a hand that touches upon the hips
and the beat is inside as reveling
we dance the movement outside
and dancing makes the pulse rise
the encumbrance of the day released
in time that seems a racing
we are here in this timeless space
the stars have sparkle upon us
the ghostly galleon flies
this pace is with us quickening
your face in spectral shine
is flush and moist and beaming
take this thus a touch
the heartbeat throbs deep within
your features rosy hue
we’ve been out a dancing
a dancing we we we two
the others have slipped away
to other things beneath the night
we are here beneath the lights
and hold me here and close and tight
the spinning of the early dance
slows as you hold me closer
embrace as one and gently
kiss these lips these eager then
a kiss only a beginning
this is a start and only then
we shall wake beneath the dim dawn
that fills the sky with song
a host of voices herald this
a day of dance and song
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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