A Prophecy of Earth’s Final Hours

featured in the poetry forum August 20, 2017  :: 0 comments

Comes the night that swallows our feeble lights
And the moonstruck girl who sleeps under a gypsy moon
There is one day and a hundred years
Of the slow death of life
When burns a brazen sun
And howl contemptuous winds
There is a sad boy who
Stands under a broken bridge
And sells his songs
For a sixpence and a memory
There are loves’ contortions: fierce, false
Spawning along a boulevard of broken dreams
And rains cold, that sing one kind of song
The barren sands, another
There are mystic dreads pounding at the door of dark
Songs ringing with the skirling music
That transcends earth and time

And at the far edges of yesterday
On the seaward side of tomorrow
Lamplights are fading
And the heavy-lidded eyes of the moon
Are closing on a fate that dares to dream

editors note:

What we predict of moon is nothing compared to what she predicts of us… – mh clay

Standing In the Doorway Of Yesterday

featured in the poetry forum December 16, 2016  :: 0 comments

In the thin light of March
When naked trees wear
Only voices of the past
Then do I rewind remembrance
Time velvet in depths of shadows
Weightless dreams and distant figures
Standing in nocturnal doors
Light and the way it creates
Atmosphere around the years
The way light falls on yesterday
With its breath of mist
Feathers drawn across
The wet paint of memory
Tremors – Quivers – Aloft in the air
Yesterday, with its lines crossed over
Rubbed thin, crumpled within
The fingers of fate
Ephemeral shadows shading winter windows
Luminous winter light
And the snow that dusts
My windows with dreams
Sweeping with vertical strokes
Wiping over with whitewash
Across the epitaphs of time

editors note:

All we remember are shadows and light. – mh clay

Autumn 2014

featured in the poetry forum October 14, 2016  :: 0 comments

Mist rising from shorn fields
In it, the ghosts of autumn
Quiet, golden children
Coming to carry summer off
To a cradle of long sleep

editors note:

Every year, come children; drowsy for winter. – mh clay

October

featured in the poetry forum October 22, 2015  :: 1 comment

Hold autumn close
When the sun strikes broadside
Reach into her heart of gold
One last moment

Plunder her golden orb
On the path of summer’s glory
A whispered lullaby
To rock cradle of sleep

October – on the outskirts of summer dreams
Drink deep the poem of autumn

editors note:

Live it. Write it. Be it. – mh clay

Sea Poem

featured in the poetry forum May 12, 2015  :: 1 comment

A treasure of time – wide canvas of the sea
Where life was formed from silver gills and a snail‘s cry
And baptized by fleets of stars
Blazing across the sky
An ocean of time
With its relentless song
Carried by seabirds with seashell wings
Skimming across watery crescents
To follow northern lights to tomorrow
And come back to yesterday

Deep down blink ocean eyes
That saw Noah’s rainbow
Fall into the breathing bubbles of life
And saw jellyfish with opaque tails
And ethereal umbrellas
Sinking to nocturnal depths – And beyond
Where swim fish with sword teeth
In the deepest dark of Neptune’s children
Rolling about on the ocean floor
Amongst Atlantis bangles
And gold bars encrusted with algae

Silent, still, spectral, the ocean eyes
That see to the depths of white-ice sands
Where wooden maidens with water-logged breasts
Broken loose from a ship’s bow
To sink to the decades of a rusted anchor
Holding time to the ocean floor

Powerful oracle; fathomless ocean
Born after genesis
But before Vesuvius wore a crown of Sargasso pearls
In nets webbed across waters
Time was caught and carried
To scorched sands of other shores
Where the sun closes purple eyelids on twilight
To open them on melancholy nights

editors note:

Darwin told us life started from the sea. This poet tells us the sea started from poetry. Yes! – mh clay

January

featured in the poetry forum February 1, 2015  :: 0 comments

A landscape stretched
xxx______ to suspended dreams
Candles burning
xxxxxxxbehind secrets
The white of clouds

xxxEmptiness
xxxxxxxIt fills
xxxxxxxxxxxa world
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxof white

Radiant constellations
xxxxxxxIn crystal frost skies
xxxxxxxxxxxA recluse moon
And the laughter of winds
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxFalling
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthrough
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtime

editors note:

So sweet to see an emptiness so full! (We welcome Susan to our Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her heavenly madness on her page – check it out.) – mh

Us

featured in the poetry forum October 28, 2014  :: 0 comments

A barbed wire
hour
around us
A ragged tear
Beyond repair
Arrow piercing
this bloodless vein

editors note:

After the sharp word, silence and an aching hour. – mh

You and I

featured in the poetry forum June 12, 2013  :: 0 comments

You, the troubadour
orbit away from yesterday
I – a mistress to memories
Hold a pen to life
You squeeze tubes of color on
the bare canvas of tomorrow
I remember the palette in verse

editors note:

A poet chronicles a painter’s conquests; brings new meaning to “kiss and tell.” – mh

The Cherokee Log of Time

October 7, 2012  :: 0 comments

The Cherokee son was wondering where to go next when a thundering surge of water hit him full force. Pushed backwards, he was knocked to his knees. Before he could know what hit him, the waters rushed on him again. This time, he fell flat out on his back with waters splashing around to over him, ‘as though I am …

A Wild Gallop Across The Heavens

May 5, 2012  :: 0 comments

Through a hollow darkness, the Cherokee son traveled. He looked up to see a moon riding the skies and stars, galloping across the heavens. Carrying the searching song of his soul, he journeyed until he came to a mountain that he looked through to see another world beckoning him; this was the world that held the spirits of all things. …