River of Stones
Rain Clouds

River of Stones: One daily observation.

At last the long dreamed of rain came and quenched the thirst of the mesa.


dVerse~Poets Pub  prompt: Surf


He stands up on hind legs

And rushs forward

To break against the shore

Shatters our bones

Shiny white

Across sandy beaches

Among shells lost

And sometimes found

We run to meet him

But he surrounds us

Pushes us down

Beneath the waves

Shatters our bones

And retreats

Leaving us lonely

Alone to wander

The sandy beach

In time he returns

Threatens and roars

To break upon the

Sandy shore once more

He scatters our bones

To be bleached

Shiny white

Glowing in moonlight


We Write Poems prompt #65 Girl, Bed and Bear

Girl – Bed – Bear

Girl, Bed and Bear

You sit upon my bed

Smoking even though

I have asked you not

The day is late

You speak your piece

Is there room for

What I have to say

This room seems too small

The air is foul

The windows shut

I slide my soul across the floor

Trace the watermarks

In rose printed wall paper

You see the tear upon my cheek

You place your hand upon my shoulder

You sit upon my bed

I have my say

I call you bear

14 thoughts on “Saturday July 30, 2011A River of Stones / dVerse~Poets Pub / We Write Poems

  1. An excellent personification of the surf–very fierce it can be, churning and pulling. I have to say the bear poem is my favorite, though. Very nice stuff, annell.

  2. The surf is mighty and powerful indeed. Your verse flow was like the tide itself – strong, forceful and then retreating only to return full force once more.

  3. Trace the watermarks
    In rose printed wall paper
    You see the tear upon my cheek
    You place your hand upon my shoulder
    You sit upon my bed
    I have my say
    I call you bear

    Intriguing and humanizing. Between the bleached bones and the bear I look forward to reading more.

  4. If you’re a mesa girl, this meet-and-greet with the surf is a fine imaginary baptism. I was in it yesterday near Cocoa Beach, and it still sings in my bones, sighing yes to this poem.

  5. I love the photo of the girl, bed and bear – and your poem is truly wonderful. I especially loved “I slide my soul across the floor”. I so know the feeling in man-woman interactions when the room gets too small and you dont feel you can be heard. But I really like the love and hopefulness in the man putting his hand on her shoulder when he sees her tears. There is hope, after all.

  6. Annell, all three of your pieces of writing remind me both of the fragility of human life and its fierce desire to continue. The rain brings most wanted nourishment to the landscape, but the surf can be absolutely treacherous to our frailty. And the human heart must venture pushing its soul across the floor of its own awareness. Love all of it,


  7. Maybe there’s some advantage to a foggy brain (mine I mean) because in both surf and girl-bed-bear poems I can visualize the geometry of your drawings/paintings, that simplicity of pattern (almost well behaved), like a landscape is, broad and wide – then (especially with the gbb poem) it rises up at the end, reveals something yet unseen but that was there all the time. (Too long a sentence, huh!) Very visceral, how your poems feel, reading them.

    Interesting pairing too. “He stands up on hind legs”, then, “I have my say/I call you bear”. Not the same poems, but interesting imagining. All good.


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