By Corissa Haury A short poem about writing indoors.
Category: Poetry
Two Perceptions [poem]
By Corissa Haury Two perceptions divulged in a wood: A train-track running in both directions, A tunnel in darkness thick as smoke. Two perceptions divulged in a wood: A pill-drenched mind on introspections, A hollow echo when deep heart spoke. / Two perceptions divulged in a wood: A call to love what has come before; A query to look ahead through philos. Two perceptions divulged in a…
Melancholy Casco Bay [poem]
Melancholy Casco Bay by Corissa Haury melancholy casco bay in summer rainy in deep green summertime landscapes edged with lustrous leaves and rich, thick underbrush dripping, dancing with the soaking breezes, bright birds sing to each other, flit brush to branch the sea crashes on the rocks of the islands seawalls battered like sieged stone castles on the edge of the…
When the Sage Burns
by Corissa Haury when the sage burns to ash and the rich embers that shone grey-green and red-hot turn white and black and soft— like the feather of a dove that you found upon the ground one day when you were young; and the world was soft as that feather, soft as that ash of sage, soft as that green smoky smell…
the cetacean
The Cetacean by C. E. Poley the cetacean is mighty. he slumbers: in the deep. he rides: the crests of waves. he swallows: tiny creatures by the thousands. oceans are within his belly he reaches: the sky stretches. he pushes: the water shifts. his blood is warm as the sea is cold around him.
a (cat) poem
(oh nothing just my weird poetry)
watch the downpour coming onward
~ corissa e. p., may eighth, twenty-thirteen a.d. dedicated to l. percer, because she loves new england. watch the downpour coming onward trudging forward, never fading watch the droplets turn to streams that join to rivers, glass windows skating watch through windows, people run ever fleeing as thunder breaks see the lightning, bright as sun hear the roaring crash…
water water heart of slaughter //
water, water, heart of slaughter / fall in love with Satan’s daughter / fall in laughter, fall in pain / now we fall, we fall again.
The Hangman
I’ve been writing a bit today, and in some of my research for a character, I found some interesting works, including this by Maurice Ogden. It’s an excellent piece, and I think all too often we miss these days what Ogden was pointing out we missed in the old days… We never look close enough at what’s going on around…
Sea Woman
By Corissa Haury She combs her hair on craggy rocks, And climbs the cliffs, now bare of feet, The wind plays in her shining locks, Tides crash on shores, her soul to meet; Her heart sings now the ocean’s song, Its anthem churning, burning deep, Inside her heart where it belongs, The heart the ocean now shall keep; And who…
To The Sea
By Corissa Haury to the sea to the sea to the sea, i turn the waves shall endless churn, and i shall forever burn as my soul engraves itself upon the earth, as my heart splits itself in twain to fit the conflict of maturity twisting inside itself, cracking at its very head in order to contain all the thought…