2minutesgo: In this house / Trickle

Here are two poems for 2minutesgo. Head over to JD Mader’s Unemployed Imagination website to read stories, write pieces or comment. Flash fiction, poetry, all welcome. It’s open all weekend for your creative input. See you there! http://www.jdmader.com/2020/11/2-minutes-go.html

 

 

 

In this house

 

In this house we build upwards,

straight walls, balanced doors,

 

even brick-n-mortar, living

breathing plaster. Imagine spaces,

 

protect, warm. It all moves

as the seasons shift, feel its bones

 

twitch as the air cools down.

Sifting through attic boxes

 

we listen to the chimney sing

as the wind blows to the city.

 

 

 

Trickle

 

Feel a pause, a glimpse of sky,

breadth of sea, expanse of light.

Inhale it in, breathe it out,

feel the presence of body,

open, connected, disconnect.

Leave patterns where they fall,

our yesterdays where they left.

Every little thing will come and go,

wash over you as you greet it.

Let the water drip to the dirt,

let time trickle on through.

These are the hands that see,

feel, hear, taste and know. 

 

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 14, 2020