Tanner Brockwell

waking from a dream
by Tanner Brockwell

waking from a dream
was that you were you there
or were these dreams
only phantoms in the morn
lost among golden roads
changing the signs to read
to read and forget
with a colder front
pulled the covers over tight
and sleeping into the night
rustling under cover
legs shifting in the soft sheets
brushing against you
a radiant warmth in a cold time
the sun strings a crystal necklace
across the horizon rose
not just cold but coldly just
even as smiles warm
and tea is coming
from a fragrant garden
the fumbled bumbled bees
dainty dip into the pollen swelled
swollen dusting gold and yellow
clings to and coats

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incredible cold
by tanner brockwell

incredible cold
experience
in retro
enervate
complicate
past the frozen
past the drifts
deep slow
there was a grove
in the dream of spring
that was so quiet
the buds were imagined
as tiny flags wrapped up tight
and prepared to unfurl
in a panoply fanfare
downy drifts
like a cushion
spread upon this landscape
the press or less
left smudge into relief
light images
imprint
draping the thin fabric
warmth upon the breadth
cold infuse the billows

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cold reflection
by tanner brockwell

cold reflection
disjointed and turned
black dust
and lost
shimmering in the crevice
shiny sharp and pointed
for even years or even tears
the apex of significance
then tumult then turned
from the lofty yearned
and desires as fires
flamed and in fans drift
past auburn past rifts
and rumbling for roar
in the dusty bowl of yore
the tiny figurines
mute in metastasis
the read the verse or even worse
dotted the blue expanse
and dirty smoking trails
fell for head for long for so
this eager rupture then show
and up and stand that final hand
for brusque applaud for in for glint
and wrapped and tied
for certain find
and left and bereft befuddled then
there were stragglers among
far outreaching there were eminent specks
that in the shiny dust of speckled motes
danced in the sun beams and all
until the edge of night
fell across the scene

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weeps for the tears that bitter are
by tanner brockwell

weeps for the tears that bitter are
they are not tears of joy
but each drop hot and salty flows
from brimming eyes to show
that passion wrapped around this heart
and though cold inside
it was not that passion lied
or that the feelings felt a sudden died
but they were to grow cold
and forgotten so they are memories
that only now will show from
clear eyes that speak of something
that was deep inside and signifiers though they are
the passion has on spring breezes fled

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cold is the night
by tanner brockwell

cold is the night
when comfort shuns
and biting winds blow
biting cold so
that shelter is taken
taken where ever you go
glass windows
glass door
inside a warmth and glow
i will have the pastry then
i will have some coffee
and i will compose my soul
in the waning night

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