Poems · poetry · video

“Windermere Plantigos”

“Windermere Plantigos”

Abutting a frenzy of dancing air,

Petals and leaves propel themselves still.

Potted points of oxygen emissions.

Nature dovetails with man made structures.

Breaking left and right,

Aboveish and belowish.

Invisible force,

Much like gravity,

But not as omnipresent.

A delicious chill leaks down my back and puckers my cheeks.

The time of seasonal consistency approaches its end.

Onward to the new death,

And dying things.

That somehow make it their business to appear at a later time.

Poems · poetry · Uncategorized

“Boston Fall Begins”

“Bench” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2018

“Boston Fall Begins”

Boston Fall begins in an understated way.

A small change in the air indicates

The approaching winter.

Sipping scalding water,

That was passed through crushed coffee beans,

Burns the lips and tongue in a friendly way.

How wonderful a find,

An empty bench becomes.

All the neighborhood dogs stop,

To make sure I’m not the Postman.

South End bustle makes me feel alive.

Colors are beginning to bend toward cozy.

A crispness dances through the wind.

Lots of people packing away their Summer dreams.

Readying for Winter’s sleep.

A slight reprieve from that stark passage.

Pull on a sweater and enjoy the bronzing skies.

Poems · poetry

“Collection Agency”

“Loose Leaf Paper” ©️ C.P. Hickey 2018

“Collection Agency”

Raking up the first piles of fallen leaves,

The disturbed earth smells musky medicinal.

Orangish browns arranged chaotically.

Some stubborn leaves are pierced by rake tines and remain regardless of how hard they are shaken.

Crisper air condescends,

And foretells of winter bleak on the many mornings ahead.

Gathering the leaves into a Town Hall Meeting,

Where they might turn nostalgic for Summer swaying branches.

Then up a yard-waste receptacle.

Quite a spectacle.

Poems · September 2017-TBD

“Seasoned Traveler”

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“Seasoned Traveler

Bon voyage!

Crashing waves wash away your permanence.

Chasing away the inequity of man.

A transplanted farmer’s tan, lingers a touch longer.

Tide us over until the New Moon.

Like squeezing water from a rock,

me like a hurricane.

Solarcaine pain.

Coppertone drain.

Summer’s last days.

Diminishing rays.

Wind picking up, in a serious tone.

Leaves leave trees on a leisurely breeze.

Fall down deep and crisp the soil.

Dog droppings play hide and seek among the yarmulke yellows, rosacea reds, greedy greens, and broken browns.

Air feels fumic on the lungs.

Naked trees reach up into the sky.

Clouds push down and leer at the hills for their obstinacy.

Plastic bags caught on power lines flip, flap, flippity-flappity. 

Solitary traveler whistling past the graveyard.

Traveling toward the final embrace.

Numbness, sweet airy buzz.

Apply the thing that makes it stop.

Reverent resonance required,

batteries are included.

Winter will come,

bitterly.