the sages bow
south wind
through dry leaves
greyhounds sniff
the siren night
by James Brush
These micropoems aka “small stones” are short observational micro-poem-things mostly about nature. They are the result of paying close attention to the world around and writing from those moments.
the sages bow
south wind
through dry leaves
greyhounds sniff
the siren night
blackbird clouds
swirl above treetops
come, pilgrims
after thunderstorms
your dark eyes shine
black vulture
a squirrel’s wet fur
rain-slick road
rain
tickles his face
giggles
reentry day
windblown dandelion fluff
at the concrete’s edge
—
All good things, even Christmas vacation, must end. Still, I’m excited about my new schedule, which includes two creative writing classes.
the auto shop
a single ice crystal
melts on my jacket
bundled in coats
we watch the tigers eat breakfast
my son whispers meow
drizzle grey sky
teenage girls laugh and sweep up
sodden confetti
—
Doing the small stone/mindful writing thing again this year.
rippled sky
warm bands and blue roils
hand-streaked glass
playground…
we wave at airplanes
heading home