walking dawn-dewed streets
amid memories of
the night’s groaning wind
branches and twigs
bony remnants
cast around
leeward silhouettes
of gold leaf and rusted needles
Posts Tagged ‘creative writing’
Afterblow
Posted in Poetry, Seattle, tagged autumn colors, creative writing, modern poetry, nature, Poetry, Seattle, windstorm on 20 Oct 2024| Leave a Comment »
The Heart of It All
Posted in Poetry, tagged creative writing, grief, loss, Memorial, modern poetry, mourning, Poetry on 07 Oct 2024| 1 Comment »
There is no language of loss,
no poem, no song, no elegy of agony
that does aught but sketch
the barest dimensions
of our experience
Loss is not a place, it does not reside,
not in an empty temple, eager with echoes,
nor some vasty stump-studded waste
that sups on our anguish,
insatiable
It is a state, a condition,
a matrix of broken love
that whirls its knife-edged path
through the essential core
of our soul
It cannot be avoided or removed,
assuaged or denied or avenged
but only borne, suffered, survived,
and accepted by
the bonds of memory
Rotation
Posted in Creativity, Poetry, tagged autumn, creative writing, Poetry, quiet living, seasons, Writing on 26 Sep 2024| Leave a Comment »
Vignette—30Jun24
Posted in Creativity, Writing, tagged aging, creative writing, Puget Sound, vignettes, Writing on 30 Jun 2024| Leave a Comment »
He let the book down onto his lap and closed his eyes. The window ushered in the breeze of early morning, cold and full of the electric scent of coming rain. He luxuriated in the feeling of gooseflesh on his arms—what was it called? horri-something? yes, horripilation, when the skin grows tight and the hair stands up—as the cold air sailed past him, over him, through him. It had been an unpleasantly brief night, one filled with aches and discomfort. Aging wasn’t easy, or so his body told him, frequently. But the early morning’s grey-shrouded light, the breeze heavy with moisture seasoned by salt from shoreline waves, the feeling of the book’s rough paper still tingling in his fingertips, this was life, this was being alive, and the perfect way to start the last day of June near the edge of Puget Sound.
k
Edge of Forever
Posted in Creativity, Poetry, tagged creative writing, Creativity, modern poetry, mortality, Poetry on 23 May 2024| Leave a Comment »
Where
Posted in Creativity, Culture, Poetry, tagged creative writing, modern poetry, Poetry, Writing on 15 Mar 2024| Leave a Comment »
what if this
is heaven
where love rains down
on dreaming fields
to feed a soul’s desire
what if this
is hell
where acidic hates flood
shanty-clad plains
to burn flesh bone-deep
what if this
is both
where the ebb and flow
is merely a response
to our intention
k
The Persistence of Music
Posted in Creativity, Gardening, Poetry, tagged context, creative writing, gardening, history, modern poetry, Music, Poetry, praetorius, renaissance music, Writing on 17 Aug 2023| Leave a Comment »
Walking my garden paths
fingers inspecting leaves
snips cutting spent blossoms
I hum a tune born
four centuries past
across continents
and seas
I wonder if the author
as he wove his tapestry
of notes and voices
imagined his music
would live beyond his life
persist through time
as empires rose
and fell
I wonder if he
as the ink dried on
quavers and triads
imagined his melodies
would grace the flower-scented air
of distant gardens
in a land
unknown
Kurt R.A. Giambastiani 