From my poetry blog.
Dog Days pockets of dereliction the dog days of July hanks of grass and shaggy-maned stalks who can deny the sapping sun at its highest point lording over our genuflecting straw gods in the square in the shade of a spreading elm the fatigue of noon-day workers ©AndrewJamesMurray
From my poetry blog.
Ocean With an ardent longing, sending her mating call over corpulent dune to my sand-sprinkled raptures, wildly adoring her untameable passion but knowing my place; walking these ravaged islands, carrying the frantic coupling in my bedchamber, alone, tasting the salty spume still, her lingering kisses an invitation to slip beneath her surface, sighing. ©AndrewJamesMurray
From my poetry blog
From my poetry blog.
balletic dandelion sugars in summer meadows other people wearing last year's yoke don't stop to blow all through the night the humid dark seeps through open windows reclaiming them from disquieting dreams the town dampening down in dew
From my poetry blog
Drum snare rainfall an electric wildfire swept over insane asylums scattering survivors of cold reason to hinterlands of smoulder If my numbers come up tonight she will declare undying love and I shall stake claims in the sand sentimental fool that I am ©AndrewJamesMurray
For all the children who will not know Laura Bruno Lilly, Andrew James Murray ~ 5/22/2017 ~ For all the children who will not know the warmth of sunshine upon their cheeks; the cold of dug snow-forts and candy-land castles. For all the children who will not know the slurpy free love of an old…
via For all the children who will not know – collaborative poem — Laura Bruno Lilly
From my poetry blog.
Low River Listless and limp; unmoving bowers, no rain to wash her barren banks or call to arms redundant birds, incumbent on unforgiving scree. A hiker slides an angled drop, picks a route along the exposed spine, leaves behind dislodged stones. ©AndrewJamesMurray
