Showing posts with label Mariel Herbert. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mariel Herbert. Show all posts

The Old Scarecrow

 
To Breathe

O silver platter moon,
do you see the blue clouds?
They enter my lungs and force the air out;
the bottled oxygen doesn't help
O eye witness, what else is there to say?
                             --Sulakshana Guha


don't tell the scarecrow
someone is stealing the beans
                             --Yayū


receding patter
of trembling raindrops
cancer whispers spread
                             --Douglas J. Lanzo


hospice-
how many autumn moon
still I have
                            --Ram Chandran


gathering storm
the air in the waiting room
heavy with silence
                            --Chen-ou Liu


harvest moon
stuffing a body 
with plastic bags
                            --Mariel Herbert


moldy oranges
scattered on the ground
the smell of rot
                            --Eavonka Ettinger


sickling moon
hollowed out in daily scoops
now the lightness of being
                            --Dr. Vaishnavi Pusapati 


the constancy 
of weeping wisteria 
- blue moon 
                           --Katherine E. Winnick


sentient death poem 
writing itself 
cranberry moon
                             --Jerome Berglund
 

autumn moon
nothing but the sound of leaves
falling
                            --Mark Scott


with no moon
i tell the fallen moon
of autumn tears
                            --James Young


virtual funeral
the autumn moon
watching through my window
                            --Adele Evershed


in silent midnight
our old scarecrow topples over
weird hollow echo
                            --Boncho

Harvest


subtle mellow bathes
rich autumnal moon reflects
earth reaps harvest light
                            --Andrew Collinson


harvest moon
the praying mantis
can’t get to sleep
                            --Randy Brooks


troubled soil reigns 
greens in slow grace can’t remain
by harvest crescent
                            --Jenn Martin


lingering fragrance 
on the passenger seat 
fall peaches              

resisting the urge
will wait for cobbler
                                --Christina Chin & Linda Ludwig


first frost moon -
a squirrel gathers
nuts
                               --Juliet Wilson


a harvest moon
some people reap
what others have sown
                             --James Babbs


carving tools and scoops
pumpkins sport happy faces
harvest fun with love
                             --Kate Chamberlin


the autumnal moon
the gyne adores butterflies
- moony fulfilment
                              --Paweł Markiewicz


kitchen’s hot ovens
air redolent with pie spice
watering mouths wait
                            --Kate Chamberlin


autumn moon—
shadows stir in the line
for the soup kitchen
                            --Adele Evershed


rotting
at the root
jack-o'-lanterns
                            --Mariel Herbert


harvest field
moonlight washes
the silence
                            --Subir Ningthouja


falling leaf             
a caterpillar hangs 
by its web

inching its way up
before the early bird 
                               --Christina Chin & Linda Ludwig