2011/02/14 in poems
sparks above the flame
by Tanner Brockwell
sparks above the flame
dancing in the night
at once close and fast
at once small stars escaping
tumbling in the heat waves
up and beyond vanishing
like flickering lids fluttered
shut and open again
with flight together they fly
still warming the heat would rise
standing close to the the embers rise
and waves of heat baking
the trod dust that a thousand steps
with the night drums in step
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2011/01/28 in poems
stately aspen that a winds caress
by Tanner Brockwell
stately aspen that a winds caress
touches as a shiver rides through
the cool shore even and more
gliding along the coast
as foam tipped freezing waves
splash upon the rolling shore
against the hull spray
gritting bone white the soft
worn limbs of salt etched
drift wood easy to hand
laid akimbo begins to settle
shades of the weighted clouds overhead
pulled the whiff of phosphorous
on the tip of ignition
crawling like possessed sprites
writhing and wailing
touched to wood
thirsty for the flame
quenched quenching
quintessence of dreams
worn lifeless sprung
into a new life
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2010/09/17 in poems
the moon
by Tanner Brockwell
the moon
too soon the night
slips and slides
between limbs
embraced
and rise or fall
the softest call
murmured hush
or rapidly the breathing deep
and long and hard
for hungering to satisfy
to find for time solaced
we together we
and there is a moment
just in between when craving
tips of fingers slip
and trembling trace a supremely arc
that in betwixt and betwixt
splayed amongst these tangled limbs
unearthly shine of nightly time
the light a full and winsome hue
light light and shades that lunar sway
that night would rule where earth
vanishes in after waves
waves that touched the tangling touch
for cries of twice or again too much
to join surpass and uniting fly
these wings we fast upon
winging beneath slightly rays
the glint upon the tips a sheen
and slick the touch moves once again
no wings would fly too high to kiss
that once in a dive diving missed
the shore is wide and dancing sighs
upon the lips a kiss would my
placed with tender inner why
and why oh there for once and thrice
again for thrice would fly
that o’er the air the misty clime
would linger once for this a timeless
to move again to tangling launch
for touch of in of on or thoughts
for this is close this place of dreams
they arrive as soft as lidded
as the flickers of images last
and stay in deep where find we sleep
we find we keep close as we are
as close we are and sleep is here
for sleep we must we must
of dreams upon a far flung shore
to visit once then visit more
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2010/04/21 in poems
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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2010/01/20 in poems
pearl from the darkest waves
by tanner brockwell
pearl from the darkest waves
and hands that reached amongst the silt
diving in the cool dark waters
and finding the ridged flare of shellgripped hard and lifting
carried in the lung tight burning rise
of the water cold upon the skin
and cresting shouting ho above the wavesand lifted the marine relic high
seaweed and sand clinging tight
inside inside the unknown sight
the darkest orb in this then darkest nightkept to hand to hand and climb into the skiff
oars and hands strongly gripped this find
this rough dull shell that inside hid a treasure new
this was a journey to the heart this was a journey darkthat braves the waves and threat of storm
cold winds blew now upon the deep
and roiling like a kettle thick
this surface shades of black to steepand night and waves are constant now
they lull the incurious or fevered brow
and all the while the stars are hid
and only haze of luna’s lid
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2010/01/09 in poems
floating upon the waves
by tanner brockwell
floating upon the waves
like fire
this image of golden orbicity
the rays bending upon the surface
honeyed fluidity slipping
towards the dark house of night
that veil of mystery
flung across the stary deep
soft as silk the warm breeze
upon the skin
recline surrender
let the cosmos observe
as slowly slowly the winding dreams
unwind in time in your mind
slipping as falling leaves left
in another season
fell from the boughs of a high tree
and floating in slow descent
landing upon the forest floor
made a carpet a regal footing
for feet that dancing
reveled in the earthy loam
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2010/01/07 in poems
stood upon rough wood
by tanner brockwell
stood upon rough wood
the gaps between the dark
dust and seeds blew through and down
the wagon swayed from side to side
earlier in the day
i had my feet
bouncing up and down
pot holes in the road like a rolling
through my joints
the air was cool as i moved faster
late in the day
the evening was cooling
the up turned edge of leaves
rustling with the breeze
meant that the clear sky would turn dark
light showers in the night
a constant patter
and i dreamt of ocean waves
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