Tag Archives: dreaming

Air so ripe

Posted on July 22, 2016 by Bart Wolffe

AIR SO RIPE Air so ripe that the fungal spores are pregnant with anticipation Down there in the soft pungent rot of the earth’s floor. Bedded in decay, the moss, the centipede, the wort’s stem And every green thing … Continue reading →

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Call it metamorphic, this need to grow

Posted on May 17, 2016 by Bart Wolffe

CALL IT METAMORPHIC, THIS NEED TO GROW. These wounds won’t show yet they emerge From scarred skins of wood, such dead twigs That force out green blood, slow buds from within. Eggs quake open, their embryonic occupants escape, … Continue reading →

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As wind on the stone

Posted on May 10, 2016 by Bart Wolffe

AS WIND ON THE STONE Under night’s skin lost those cries Voiced by cave-tongued creatures. They are as sirens to a city, the wailing forest In whose haunted bowels the hunted hide. There are no shapes to such sounds, … Continue reading →

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Envy

Posted on May 8, 2016 by Bart Wolffe

ENVY Their sharp tongues pick worms of thought Far too early for Dick Turpin in his grave, The green sward that blankets him is unquiet And even death is no rest for a midnight highwayman. If only hanging … Continue reading →

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The boy creeps up on me sometimes

Posted on March 3, 2016 by Bart Wolffe

THE BOY CREEPS UP ON ME SOMETIMES The boy creeps up on me sometimes. Particularly when the wind blusters and begs For feet to kick around at stones And set them tumbling down the slope To where the sea … Continue reading →

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The night conspires

Posted on February 23, 2016 by Bart Wolffe

THE NIGHT CONSPIRES The night conspires. A whisper of smoke From the winter fire, the misted breath outdoors, Places its filtered gauze on the twinkling stars. Poets breathe deeply, wave their wands Over their eyes, suggest that not seeing … Continue reading →

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Woodsmoke

Posted on February 22, 2016 by Bart Wolffe

WOODSMOKE This is incense; aromatic, sweet wood, The fragrance of ascending smoke from the mountain hut Inhabited by someone feeding ash and pine branches That in the air outside take me somewhere to my past, A church of country … Continue reading →

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A poor man’s poem

Posted on February 17, 2016 by Bart Wolffe

A POOR MAN’S POEM A pauper’s decadence, sound of raindrops Affording company on a broken umbrella, Unaccusing as the bench and a bottle of Spanish fizz In the same hand clutching a soggy smoke And – oh – the … Continue reading →

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Absurdities

Posted on February 15, 2016 by Bart Wolffe

ABSURDITIES Beneath earth’s crust the dragon is sleeping Only to stir in troubled dreams, breathe fire Through Icelandic volcanoes While the man who left the lonely lamp alight On the moon watches from a distance And his bulb … Continue reading →

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Little planet

Posted on February 7, 2016 by Bart Wolffe

LITTLE PLANET Nothing out there, just us girl, Here on my little planet, in this space capsule That has windows gazing into the black void, You on the bed, the vacuum held at bay With just a trace of … Continue reading →

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