The Life of a Poet discussion

I have come to discover that I really love poetry in the last couple of years. Reading it and writing it are impossibly different things. Please recommend any great poetry that you've found. I'll throw my own poetry out into this warbled sky and hope it finds a place to land.

Octopus tree ~


the figs were ripe and bursting
like
summer heavy water lilies
among the peaceful branches of the
octopus tree

melting embers dripped from the split figs
as the lazy tree attracted fresh bees
that pounced
then tip toed
in meaty patterns of black, a fuzzy yellow

classic Whipp-or-will cooks the summer day with love
as the figs try to choke it with affection.

the glass bark of the octopus tree never lets me carve my initials out
as red sun drips onto

my always winter hands

and this one..

Colder~

In the raven’s den of the desperately serene
she waited
like any frostbitten lover

Rapture was scratching at her door
but the cold was still falling down endless lashes
A faint ‘hallelujah’ was written along her spine;
she only pulled her sweater closer

Faint thoughts of ‘then’ drifted through her room
and kept on drifting,
just as slowly

She moved to face the old mirror by the window
but for the spider webs in the glass,
she could have seen her smile
Flickering there for a moment
like the attic’s rusty light

but
there was dirt beneath her fingernails
where her past stuck like glue
The morning’s dawn began to filter through her windows
like a breath of crystalline life
making her turn
as it took her for a lover
golden and sure as May

With see-through reluctance
the demons of her bones slid back into the rotten floorboards
as morning’s light wrapped her up in poinsettia and rose
She sighed
epiphany like razor blade years
She could smell basking sanity
as enveloping geese were hidden in white
with colors like revolution

She picked up her mind
She picked up her mind and her shoes and her life
The world had known tragedy, tragedy and -20 below
But she had a fire to give
To teach the world to spin again

Wow, these are really good Devon.

Thank you Rebecca :)

Your welcome! :)

Dancing for Elephants~


ravage the flight
like a vermicelli angel with clipped wings
hope on strike

I'll love the flames
as people love the stroke of youth
of bloody hearts undone in the hand
thread by wispy thread
until we've worked it down
to Vena Cava,

most silent friend

Vena Cava and wasted summer
though still jubilant with madness
Sycophants dancing
for elephants
soft and pure as dead-blue-eye cotton candy

Fade into me again
my passion
Static lover
let's drag our secrets back from the weary lake
with spider egg nets and new seaweed
old seaweed
and pluck the juicy, rusted salmon
from a molting bed of thieves

Broken Haunt

There's a place where the frothy leaves have turned over
and possess a broken haunt
brick by brick
This place a shattered sphere between worlds
festive demure filters through cracked windowpanes
like smoked twilight
Never fear though, for the beauty's underground
composting at the roots with so much innocence
Black feathers embed the roofs silent night
but with the felted daybreak
more waning crystals show

Very powerful...