feather_father_

my first attempt at a video poem

mimicry

a habitat threshed with willows
where a hawk spooled slow
and the yellow disc hovered
as if almost a half-moon
eye over winter-water
switching to where bird-caged
your fingers and your red
hair and how I'd forgotten
until the white bars emerged
composed by marsh grass
and the light was as the light
you reined around you
in the bone-blue of summer
that blue scarf and how
I noticed the bird-call slipped
against the silver coins
as I realized how very long
your hair had grown
since we left

chatterbox

I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile. Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away I let mine out, and chatter all the while. I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day Is any day that's spent without a friend, With nothing much to do or hear or say. I like to be with people, and depend On company for being entertained; Which seems a good solution, in the end. What Poetry Form Are You?

Flag

Will my bear paws
be enough to hold
the wire, the quiver
whip unlaced to make
an orb. See how it
twines where fabric
waists wither
into threadless
needles. Chiffon
sunset or caned
cords tethering
fur to feather.

O, my teeth--
I fear I will use them.

good reading

I'm going to start making posts about what I like to read.

So far, I've really enjoyed reading this. it's by ofelia hunt. I think "ofelia hunt" is a really great name.

I like just about everything over at bear parade. good stuff over there.

that's all.

Webs

I didn't mean
to do it: satin
mast where
there should
be rain, baby
winters in thin
rows seeding
the fringe, oracle
of closed things
chiming when
it shouldn't sing.
Yet your pointer

ticks in stained
mocking: hand
spread as a blade
without its bone.

playing with paper

oracle

a well was made
that was also
an opening, a push
through for plastic
funnels, test tubes
twined as wristlets
loosen cells like looking
glasses: a tunnel
for studying
where glued wings
ply looms
with thrumming: rushes.

Fly

what was eaten
resembled what
was mended: fence,
pick-axe, shovel
where two skins
meet. wing-buzzed
the blue boned
mouths, muzzles
of wonder
the iron disc
saucers winding
rainbows as ribs
bind ventricle to vane.


[extra words: pillow, bars, iron]

baby heart fly