#7 Sand Dunes Summer Day

  Blue, blue summer sky touched by rocky mountain peaks with blankets of green Breezes, constant and cooling Piled against the mountains; tall, taller, tallest sand dunes Sunshine and sharp-edged shadows Giant curving shadows ripple the dune field Mimicked in miniature in the creek bed Cold mountain snow-fed…

Evening… 7/24

  Red ball of fire lies low Upon a bank of amber clouds, Hesitant to dive over the horizon For the umpteenth time Since its inception… Then suddenly it curtseys… And is gone – cool replaces heat – And Venus appears With a shy wink…

Moving so divinely

Moving so divinely Inward awakening Rustic times emulating Conquering unexpected things A cheers to life and love sharing   1:00 pm  08/06/2015 © ROY MARK AZANZA CORRALES ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

You’re Running Out of Time (Hour Seven)

“Quick,” she said. “You’re running out of time.” I opened my eyes and blinked, tried to focus on her face. “How is it,” I asked, “that thoughts rise like bubbles, And then pop suddenly? Like this, they disappear.” “No matter,” she said. “The Muse is…

After the Funeral #7

After a funeral After all the tears are spent Solemn gray shadows close coffin lids The room is warm sitting next to the fire Attempting to calm itself. The wall reveals its true intentions Slightly buzzing gossip A distant lamp just over the door Fighting…

my two front teeth

every time i go to the dentist now, they ask if i want to close the gap between my two front teeth. that i’ve always had and no one said anything before i was 40 years old. my grandfather was my dentist and he must…

Thick skin

my thighs were thick enough to kick away the feelings, all the outside one, but what was under the skin, that blood line was different, way different…

Contentment

    Contentment Ever   Burning                unceasingly                                                           firmament cascading   Cooling effect   Effervescence                                                                   indifference   Apathy                 empathy     Awakening                                                                         lingering       Inner thrust                                                        outward sign   Inward movement   Pulsating     Wondering

Hour Seven

Write a poem that contains primarily visual images. Really focus on creating striking and lasting images. The images can be connected or disconnected. ———————————————————————————————————————   Murder of crows, breaking through dimly lit tunnel entrances—Flinging violet pedals from their wings. Caricatures, drawn on cheap canvas—all my…

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