Poet's Scale by Judy L. Brekke

Poet's Scale


Do

days like raspberries
sweet, juicy
while cool breezes
lick the back
of my head

listen to leaves
rustle like skeletal voices
in backyard where
mourning doves
sing a lament
to writhing worms
in black thick soil
of past
creature burials

vibrant red
orange
yellow
reflect opinions of earth
where flowers die
needles blanket
truth of ages

night
blackness
grow longer
fingers of ice molecules
wrap themselves tightly
around
voice of sweetness

Re

bloated lizard
on bottom of glistening
outdoor carpet
remnants of scattered lives
which ceased to bother
waking dancers

floating footholds
dip deep
into pockets of figments
of imagination of
ballads of sadness and cheer

he screams
snake winding around neck
of hooved creature that looks
with trepidation
into pools of nothingness

buried beneath container
of liquid
where only birds
of paradise
mate

Mi

a bright cardinal
did eat freely
giving her
incredible juice

kangaroos leap more
now over precipice

quit riding
squirrels to
university

vicious wild
xanthians
yesterday zoom

just understand
destiny yips like yelling
nursery nightmares

branches readily eject
kangaroo ketchup
everywhere

sing the energetic
praise
hoping everyone
never shares protein
a ubiquitous lake
dam is nurturing

great marshes
our rituals
seem endless

Fa

stalking the dark
corners of my mind
she struggles to bring
justice to targets
of lasting relationships

large rose wallpaper
covers
apartment walls

a white bib
apron
protects prized
bosom

licking parched
cracked lips
she spits me to the
demons of her mind

I am restless
in this
compartment
of dislike

exaggerated
perceptions
make me
shudder

I hide from
my
tormentor

attempts to stalk
dark corners
of my mind
become
less frequent

So

white lights
surround earthly
dwelling

cold drafts
bring
crystal flakes

coast
wraps around
swelling
waters

atmosphere
pinched by
thin black fingers
a breath is heard

frozen
sharp, glaring time
a moan begins

a cry fills dawn

slithering under beginning
of starkness
child listens
a musical note
is sung

fear grips tightly
to surrounding
moments of
lost communication

a laugh
permeates
heaven
earth

La

little
pickles tickle
tightly

mirrors
crazily
crack

winding up
down
creek sprays
fighting fishes
diamond falls
crash on
rocks upstream

dream a dream
dancing flight
attendants
upon stars

father jingles
coins
in his
pocket
he plays
a tune
without
an instrument

laying on gurney
in daisy covered
field
he whistles
“This old man”

bees
buzz
grinning widely

breath ceases

sadly
a soul
passes

father
has taken
a trip
up north

Ti

spices fill abode
of afterlife
participants

mouths drool

dogs howl

cats bow

legs twine
around
paper tower

butterflies flick kisses

frogs bake
cupcakes
for
breakfast

pass the frosting

slowly juices
slide
down throats

where are
napkins

we use shiny
green leaves

munch, munch

calm thoughts
glide
through minds
of bodies
reaching
for sleep

all tucked
in feathers
on a partridge
good cheer
abounds

sleep happens

Do

day ending

devoid of
hot chocolate
flames enjoy
themselves

marshmallows float
on river

cold hands shake

cat clings
to my leg
as I sit
at table

scream!

eyes open
in boundaries of
my thoughts

great talent
creates
walls
of memories

waves of nostalgia
grace
evening sky

scents of jasmine
mixed with
sweet mustard
greet
my nose

treading water
under the dock
I have
thoughts of
toast with
peanut butter

night
has ascended




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