Poetry

Grasses

/ KK Wilde Giuliani / Leave a comment

Rushing whispers 

crashing waves of sound and fury

bending and bowing, a corps of dancers 

or synchronized swimmers 

stretching from one waterless horizon to the other.

Crying with joy and unspeakable pain.

They cannot dance when tamed,

viciously snapped, 

brokenly even, 

doused to keep them under control.

The uniformity,

predictability,

a form of beauty.

Like a plush, comfortable carpet inside a cavernous exhibition hall

securely cushioning

surrounding each footfall, a cocoon of safety and warmth.

Protection from steps made

Hastily

Forcefully

Lustily

Loudly

Stifling the rattle of cacophonous mistakes

And silencing the dance inside. 

A Poetic Celebration of Surprising Nostalgia

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Dear barren ground

Once flowing with splashes

Joy and laughter.

A place of raucous peace

Where four small beings’

Wrathful dissonant quarrels 

Melted magically

Into clamoring harmonies.

Dear barren ground

Where once stood 

Pooling reflections of sibling unity

Who could have guessed?

Your bountiful gifts continue to flow

The crisply dancing fall breeze

Swirling past your naked plot

Wafting memories of childhood long past.

The crisply dancing fall breeze

Swirling past your naked plot

Carries surprising memories of my childhood

Who could have guessed?

You would now smell 

Exactly like a brisk South Dakota evening

Sun setting yellow and orange and furious red

Over the furrowed fields

Future home of corn and wheat and soy

Now freshly strewn

Thick and rich

With manure.

Wrinkles

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What if…

Wrinkles

Were cherished.

Not mistakes

To erase.

Precious lines

Crinkling

Through decades of joy and sorrow.

Maps

Charting flow

Weaving together gifted years

Of laughter and scowls.

Time

Elusive

To those who left

Smooth faced

Too young

Years of wrinkles

Stolen.