Wind’s murmur through
channeling wall
brings voices:
my neighbors’ late dinner,
the weather broadcast,
the buzzzzzz….
maintenance pulls motorcycle
leaving behind the clouds of dust
the strain in the drain is fixed,
the water went into earthen womb
the restless day rolled
in the evening bowl
filled with stars, stories
of spying moon
with ebbs and flows of glory
in crispy air of burning runes
they dipped in erratic layers of
light concealed the truth
partly swallowed by hunting night
clinging to rain caboose
aware of fair fall fest
star fever gone at dawn
good place ,
spinning the fortune wheel
the heart pumping loud.
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Some great imagery in this one, glad the strain of the drain is gone haha I'd like to give that wheel a spin, maybe i could win
ReplyDeletewonderful imagery..."aware of fair fall fest / star fever gone at dawn"...so beautifully expressed....
ReplyDeleteYou have captured so many feelings and images in your poem, Humbird.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed... Obviously an Autumn night.
ReplyDeleteI liked your capture of the sounds of the day, and especially enjoyed the lines about "the evening bowl filled with stars, stories of spying moon"
ReplyDeleteI specially love the imagery of the second stanza,
ReplyDeletethe restless day rolled
in the evening bowl
filled with stars, stories
of spying moon
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Deletelovely imagery...esp the moon...and glowing runes...i also like the focus on so much detail in the opeing it drew me in...and brought me to that last stanza....
ReplyDeletei like the last image.. very strong.
ReplyDeletegood that the drain is fixed...love the images esp. the restless day rolling
ReplyDeletein the evening bowl...that is very cool