trails chill blight

We ran in the fresh snow last night. It was cold and potentially dangerous, a truth unceremoniously marked by an encounter with the local emergency services at work in the dark, chill below the trails.

pow’dree treads in i’see dark.
en frozen. blust’ring. cold. nay, stark
thern’winds whorl, rustle, haunt thas’night.
four, boundless, b’yond trails chill blight.

tha’sun were set, tho hints re’maned
magenta skies in west’ern waned
walk’d peoples and der’hounds thru snow
we past dem. wav’d. en on weed go.

where fresh fel’n snow obscures ern’root
leap’t o’er berms forged a for’gone foot.
tho, oft thru past we runners been
wern’t weer cool soles upon thas’seen.

resolute shunn’d eer’even pace
skiffs weer leapt oer’en shad’wee lace
well thru branches blinkt urgent reds
signals marking emerg’nt dreads

where oer thar creek spans trestle’d path
uniforms climb out tha’natured wrath
en’wen weed shine er probing lights
peekt down tward on griz’illed sights

silence. chill. in’gulfed we four souls.
onward ran, tho er hearts weer holes
marked hold’en to thas thing below
som’one fell, froze, succumb’d by snow.

thern’winds whorl, rustle, haunt thas’night.
four, boundless, b’yond trails chill blight.
digits numb’d weed end our jaunting,
frozen. blust’ring. cold. nay, haunting.

– bardo

I am not a poet, but a friend has inspired me to read more of it and think more critically about its place in the constellation of my creative pursuits. Occasionally, I’d like to post a poem here when inspiration strikes.

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daylight

Dawn hides itself deeper in the morning,
As night’s darkness waxes upon winter
Year after year, as predictable as
Lunar orbits bring the tides and
Ice drawn heaps of crystalline snow
Greet shortened hours of sunlight
Honouring plotted courses through space and
Time and seasons passing now and ever.

– bardo

I have reserved some space on this blog each week to be creative, and to post some fiction, poetry, art or prose. Writing a daily blog could easily get repetitive and turn into driveling I have reserved some space on this blog each week to be creative, and to post some fiction, poetry, art or prose. Writing a daily blog could easily get repetitive and turn into driveling updates. Instead, Wordy Wednesdays give me a bit of a creative nudge when inspiration strikes.

How to Draw; a Poem

I’ve been doing a lot of sketching and watercolour in my free time. I won’t claim that it’s anything amazing … not yet … but I’m enjoying my newfound hobby and I feel like I’m starting to see the world in one of two ways, things that I could paint or things that I would like to figure out how to paint.

In the meantime, I had some inspiration for some words, rather than pictures.

paper
blank canvas
rugged fibrous texture
page coil bound bookish

pencil
leaden tipped
loosely gripped anglar
shapes hinting forms sketched

ink
permanently black
deliberate lines etched
images tracing weighty details

paint
wetted brush
hues dappled pigments
colours bouyant imitating universes

– bardo

I have reserved some space on this blog each week to be creative, and to post some fiction, poetry, art or prose. Writing a daily blog could easily get repetitive and turn into driveling updates. Instead, Wordy Wednesdays give me a bit of a creative nudge when inspiration strikes.

Equinox

four hundred and sixty
meters per second
tracking a prograde elliptical orbit
an average of nearly
one hundred and fifty million kilometers
around a nuclear fireball
immense
seven hundred thousand kilometers wide
a wet ball of rock
barely sixty three hundred kilometers thick
askew on her axis
twenty-three degrees
touches a mathematical moment
briefly marking the progress through
cold space against
ever-shifting durations of light upon
her surface
nudging atmospheric variations
triggering biological changes
bridging annual manipulations
of air and water and life
marked by words we simply call
seasons

– bardo

I have reserved some space on this blog each week to be creative, and to post some fiction, poetry, art or prose. Writing a daily blog could easily get repetitive and turn into driveling updates. Instead, Wordy Wednesdays give me a bit of a creative nudge when inspiration strikes.