Category: Poetry
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Jason
Shades of winter haze His breath freezes Puddles of grief In my eyes. Time is running out, he says Though he does not speak— Hasn’t murmured a word in days Breath rattles in his chest A whispering creek flows into his lungs Perhaps it was a rare planetary Grouping, a mysterious meteor shower, That caused…
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Spontaneous Combustion
A frigid fire Smolders within Clinging to each breathe It ignites for a flash But in an instant is smothered Flesh to flesh A tongue A kiss A bite The flames have no fury Controlled burn Turbulent but repressed But then Spontaneous combustion And in conflagration I am turned to ash
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Coyote
The coyote left to the west Chasing sun before she set Ran over fields of frost Frozen flight Flecks of light Turned long nose Howled come follow me Solitary was her plight I have run Across the plain Followed you To and fro Up the mountains glacial peak Touched the sky On moonbeams streak You…
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Broken Chalice
Broken chalice My blood dripping Down my leg Sticky, warm, wet Tears spilling Down my cheeks Burning lines I cannot run Cannot scream I lie there The unbroken rhythm Of him razor sharp Between my legs Splitting me in two Like some sacrificial animal Strung up And Sliced down the middle Yet, I am Not…
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Bluebonnet
A blue-grey sky Engulfed in moist clouds Surrounded Wrapped in cool nothingness It is ok to cry The sky cries Drops of rain fall To the ground Fall on my umbrella Like applause Bravo You are cleansed Baptized in the earthy Dampness You will sprout forth Like a hyacinth Snow will melt from Your waxy…
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Dancing with the moon
I watch the moon waltz across the sky, the abundant stars longing to be her partner. She dances, dipping behind the mountains playing hide and seek. I follow her lead, and we twirl against the midnight sky, touching the tree branches stretching out to meet us. The moon wears a golden gown, and I my…
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Writing
Crayons on white walls Finger-paint on newsprint A voiceless child struggles to find The image The color Of her feelings Colored chalk on sidewalks Hangman, hopscotch She tries to connect Spray paint on buildings Frustrated youth Vandalized by her emotions Red ink on skin Across her wrist Marking blue vein Ashen pages— Voices in permanent…
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Lullaby
Sleep in the storm, rain on your head Fall, little one, softly into bed Hear the raindrops sprinkle While around you, stars twinkle Sleep, little one, dream the colors of the sun Under the clouds Listen to resonant thunder Sleep in the storm, rain on your head Fall, little one, softly into bed Lie upon…
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I lean in to hear you whisper
I lean close to listen, talking out the opposite side of my mouth, your words in my ear, spewing forth from my lips parted to speak what you said, your whisper nearly inaudible to me. What did you say? I could ask with a glance, or you would correct me when I got it wrong—not…
Leanne Goebel 