Return
from 
theriverpoet
This is not A return; It is re-membering. The river beneath the river, Silent until the flood. Cleansing what had been before; As clouds unveil The blood - Red moon above the waters. The penance and the promise, The challenge and the choice: The wild, free cry of crows - What rises here, What light shines now, Shall be, must be, The truth.
#poetry #transformation
Drawing an Apple
from 
Irrational Verse
The art teacher who tells you to draw a realistic apple does not realize this requires you to draw a realistic tree from which the apple was plucked,
a convincing orchard for the tree, and land, mountains, clouds that make suitable climate for it,
also Earth, Sun, the Milky Way, and the rest of the universe,
all for an A+ on a test.
#poetry #poem #art
A Lone Pigeon
from Irrational Verse
A lone dove hop- skips down a set of stairs leading into the park, with feathers of its neck and left shoulder sheening — from a caught sunbeam — in a spectrum spanning blue up to reddish purple.
#poetry #poem
Sky on Fire
from 
theidiot
Art is not for commodity. It is for passion.
Someone set the sky on fire.
Just now—
in those grey-dark moments
before the day begins,
a match was struck,
a tiny ember glowing.
In minutes it flared into a red-hot blaze, burning through the eastern clouds.
Pastels spread, yellow, orange, red, indigo, violet— a spectrum spilling wide.
No gavel will ever fall on this masterpiece. The artist sketched it in a breath, then cast it into being, a gift to his greater creation.
—
#essay #memoir #journal #osxs #100daystooffset #writing #poetry #
Morning Flat White
from Irrational Verse
The Flat White
sitting still
in a clear
glass cup
on a pastel
green saucer
is not quite white but rather an antique photo's sepia
nor in fact flat but rather a joltful jet
propelling you
into the new day.
#poetry #poem
Stillness
from Irrational Verse
Stillness is a word whose
L's flow fluidly in time, whose
embracing S's snuggle softly in space,
while it lingers in your mouth
misting out from your open lips
at the rate of your exhalation into the world.
#poetry #poem
Haiku Dreams
from Irrational Verse
Don't you love it when strange haiku present themselves in your sleep? I do:
A butterfly knot will stay put on your foot for it cannot fly off.
#poetry #haiku