The bird blends in
with the leaves.
A few branches foreshadow
what's to come,
or rather, to go.
The bird's protectors
will soon be gone.
Bare branches offer
no place to hide.
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Showing posts with label Michelle Pond. Winter. Storms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michelle Pond. Winter. Storms. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 11, 2022
No Place to Hide
I am a poet and photographer who likes sports, jazz and art inspired by other art. I served in the U.S. Marine Corps during the early 1970's and was assigned to the Computer Sciences School in Quantico, VA. I have published a chapbook of grief poems, I Keep You with Me. My work also has appeared in publications such as Thorny Locust Magazine, core. zine,The Enigmatist, Veterans' Voices and Kansas Time + Place An Anthology of Heartland Poetry. My visual art pieces combine poetry and photographs, and have been most recently displayed at InterUrban ArtHouse, Johnson County Arts & Heritage Center, Buttonwood Art Space, and The Smalter Gallery.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Iced
Iced
Trees grew
glass-like
encasements
that glistened
in the
day-after sun.
The weight
of winter
bent branches
to the
breaking point.
Destruction
disguised as
beauty.
Have your trees been iced this winter?
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I am a poet and photographer who likes sports, jazz and art inspired by other art. I served in the U.S. Marine Corps during the early 1970's and was assigned to the Computer Sciences School in Quantico, VA. I have published a chapbook of grief poems, I Keep You with Me. My work also has appeared in publications such as Thorny Locust Magazine, core. zine,The Enigmatist, Veterans' Voices and Kansas Time + Place An Anthology of Heartland Poetry. My visual art pieces combine poetry and photographs, and have been most recently displayed at InterUrban ArtHouse, Johnson County Arts & Heritage Center, Buttonwood Art Space, and The Smalter Gallery.
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