Kerfe’s RWG 10 — Unused Beach

Slip of unraveled rope still flaps and whips, a fluffy snake pain marker; company in leprous shade. I avoid this place of sacrifice but miss your attention; on impulse I’ve dressed my ravaged face, Fascinated in morbid fashion at its folded and patted ratty clam, and make my way to unused beach. Half-buried wreck juts…

Kerfe’s RWG 9 — Music of the Night

Far-flung, afield, dusk travel’s magnet draws moonglow painted shadow space. I pause to note rough sounds cease asnight’s homely adjustment commences.Soft rustles, steps, flutterings stitch air,litter low, just over there, now whispers here.Sense a thousand ears tuning their stationsfrom light’s brash cymbal-clapped squawksto Hammond B of night’s sweet clarinets. top image by Dokkar Kerfe is…

Kerfe’s RWG 8 — mother board

stretch and feel the surgesurge and ride the waveswaves reach out, recederecede into mindfulnessmind full with now’s abidingabiding in sparkling circuitscircuits of connect as we bendbend incredulous pink knee   modified blitz form words used from the list: Stretch, surge, waves, abiding, connect, pink, knee Note: knees come in many colors but pink is in…

Kerfe’s RWG 7 — Melted Wax

Mackenzie Davis as Mariette in Blade Runner 2049 my knotty, curly apparel,purple cactus coat, fringesits naughty dance; latches,smothers, and thrills withscalding strange draw asregret boils in amber glass insidious pretend whimsykeys its caress, scratchesunreachable itch to smashnests of enthusiastic grips;hushed prisons, melted wax.   Note:  I did not write this poem with the character in…

Kerfe’s RWG — Sable Rot

Flagellant attempt to laser clinging cobwebs only saddens. Wasteful envious beams slung by glistened snails decorate a selfish hobby that crawls through slime trails. Fallacious rings of tainted tree memory appears closer in rear view. Let sable rot perish. Past shall waste no more of my ink. I finally made time to write a poem…

TSM 248 — Transformed

Beneath summer blanketsecrets follow. Every sacred stone wondersabout her soon after. She is as gentle berry;peace river poetover an ancient wind.   I used magnetic poetry for this one, aka The Oracle and tweaked it a teensy bit.  The top image has been edited with filters. Carrie is the host of The Sunday Muse.