did your heart skip a beat?
did your skin tingle and pop?
when the lightning
split the sky
and the thunder
broke the earth
dark clouds
full of dark promise
weapons in the winds.
© Erik Hansen 2017
Tag Archives: poetry
4-12-17
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4-11-17
the wind lifts and lowers
the boughs of the cedars
like hands waving
in greeting
in farewell
silent steps through the thick
moss blanket of the ground
a mourning dove’s
sad question
hides in the shadows
© Erik Hansen 2017
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, outdoors, Poetry, Writing
4-10-17
the water is cold and quick
the bend in the brook
reveals the undercut bank
the gold brown sand and stones
the miniature log jam
causes the spring current
to eddy
iridescent bubbles in the foam
glisten in the late morning light
while the speckled side of a trout
reveals itself briefly
and is gone
© Erik Hansen 2017
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, outdoors, Poetry, Writing
4-9-17
a soft breeze
blows the remnants of winter
about the daffodils and narcissus
green leaves and flower spikes
stretching towards
a warming sun
ever higher in the sky
while a chorus of native birds
urges you to put away your tools
for another day
© Erik Hansen 2017
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
4-8-17
Spending Saturday speculating
Colorful chimeras carousing
© Erik Hansen 2017
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
4-7-17
I used to watch her
move through her kitchen
Mendelssohn’s “Hebrides Overture”
rolling over the countertops
from a crackly, gold, tube radio
set to a single AM station
the aroma of macaroni and cheese
and ham, homemade
setting my mouth to water
snacking on Ritz crackers
she doled out
crushing the rest
for the topping
sunlight streaming through
the casement windows
causing her daffodils in the vase
on the table to glow.
© Erik Hansen 2017
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
4-6-17
wounds that heal
leave scars
wounds that don’t heal
are our responsibility
treat your wounds
administer the proper care
perform the inside job
tend to it
and when the scar forms
you’ll see it
touch it
and remember its lesson.
© Erik Hansen 2017
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
4-5-17
the steepness of the hill
leaves you out of breath
hands on knees
then clasped on top
your sweaty head
steam rising off and around you
mingling with the ground fog
breath of earth
beneath the oaks
the fox that watched
your ascent
slips quickly through
the underbrush in silence.
© Erik Hansen 2017
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
4-4-17
Morning rains wash away
the winter grime
on the windows of a sleepy town
nestled comfortably
in the river valley
fog wafts over the ball fields
backstreets and tobacco barns
orchards and berry patches
bike paths and gas pumps
unwatched, the water rises
in the river next door
and rises
and rises
© Erik Hansen 2017
Filed under Creative Writing, Edges, Poetry, Writing
4-3-17
4-3-17
the atrium smells of stale coffee
and damp newspapers
the floor was clean once
the dirt crunches
under your feet
as you shuffle them
the left taking your weight
then the right
glancing at all the others
killing time
all the while the line
you all stand in
creeps slowly forward
where the badges wait
to be pinned
with austere finality.
© Erik Hansen 2017
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