#unstaved

[peakogreen]

unstaved

—

stuck in the flow of

what’s going on,

stillness feels like

the rebellion of the lost.

Dreams hold the future,

and it’s held

with an open hand

a guardian angel dangling its legs

from your nightstand

it’s only

our desperate desires that

crash to the floor

but there’s still more

after a tragic, tragic end

.•.peako green•.•

[allyourprettywords]

“Mud Season,” Tess Taylor

We unstave the winter’s tangle. Sad tomatoes, sullen sky.

We unplay the summer’s blight. Rotted on the vine, black fruit

swings free of strings that bound it. In the compost, ghost melon; in the fields

grotesque extruded peppers. We prod half-thawed mucky things. 

In the sky, starlings eddying. Tomorrow, snow again, old silence.

Today, the creaking icy puller. Last night I woke

to wild unfrozen prattle. Rain on the roof—a foreign liquid tongue.

[jshoulson]

Today's Poem

Mud Season --Tess Taylor

We unstave the winter’s tangle. Sad tomatoes, sullen sky.

We unplay the summer’s blight. Rotted on the vine, black fruit

swings free of the strings that bound it. In the compost, ghost melon; in the fields(,)

grotesque extruded peppers. We prod half-thawed mucky things.

In the sky, starlings eddying. Tomorrow, snow again, old silence.

Today, the creaking icy puller. Last night I woke

to wild unfrozen prattle. Rain on the roof— a foreign liquid tongue.