Sitting in stillness, dawning thoughts arise and glide ‘pon bird’s call, wind’s breath. ~ Hard ride in hot sun men pushing pedals pulling chain sweat drips ‘pon pavement. ~ Bite the bit and pull through with fire moving faster than age or time; Go!
Petals Blond mane covering soft closed eyes saw sleeping dream petals rise and fall. ~ Her lavender robe’s sweet unfolding… falls, scent, gone to winter’s hip and thorn ~ The rose cloud kisses mountains settling in the east softly cool comes night.
Kipilavastu Born archaic earth the dust bronze children blossom petaling rainbows. ~ Drummer of the dust offers perpetual prayer to palace prince gone. ~ Polished stone smiling fat sat a Buddha baby hippopotamus.
Morning Wake to dawnâ€™s breaththe barest breeze, cool upon my face. safe in solitude. ~ Rise to morning songbirds chorus sings for the sun cresting eastern ridge. ~ Welcoming sunâ€™s light the last cool breath of morning time for one birdâ€™s song.
Desert First lightâ€™s dawning a Joshua Tree silhouette black blades bleed orange. ~ Mornings goldening sun warms gray rock rising still reaching to skyâ€™s height. ~ Chocolate varnish painted boulders southern slopes ever tumbling still. ~ Winters silver light searches brittle barren brush hiding the silent hare.
For more of Steve’s work please visit www.stevebraff.blogspot.com Copyright © 2015 by Steve Braff
Terse verse written from 2014 through 2016 in the 5/7/5 format. I enjoy the challenge- the austerity of the form. That said, it’s a stiff di...