Spring Poems

[Miley]

horizon    how many
fingers a tree sprouts
feeling every inch




Throwing the thawed hatchlings out
back    a week of worms
dissolve in rain




rain
 seed
   acorn
    branch
      tree
       men too
 fall on asphalt



days like
            dark leaves passing
             to ochre and violet
soil

[TranquillityBase]

horizon    how many
fingers a tree sprouts
feeling every inch




Throwing the thawed hatchlings out
back    a week of worms
dissolve in rain




rain
 seed
   acorn
    branch
      tree
       men too
 fall on asphalt



days like
            dark leaves passing
             to ochre and violet
soil

Assuming you are presenting us with four different poems, I most enjoy the second one.  I have the urge to reformat/rewrite each one, but I'm not sure that would be helpful to you, and besides, it would seem presumptuous to do so.

Thanks for an interesting read.

TqB

[Miley]

Yeah it’s four poems, thank you

Go ahead and reformat them if you have the will. Anyway, I didn’t think so hard about it, the formatting anyway, just enough that I felt good enough to share them

[brynmawr1]

horizon    how many
fingers a tree sprouts
feeling every inch




Throwing the thawed hatchlings out
back    a week of worms
dissolve in rain




rain
 seed
   acorn
    branch
      tree
       men too
 fall on asphalt



days like
            dark leaves passing
             to ochre and violet
soil

Hi Miley,
Interestingly, I read this as one poem and it mostly worked for me (even though the title clearly says 'poemS'.  I really like the first stanza(poem).  Love the image of the tree's fingers feeling along the horizon.  Good stuff.  I particularly want to combine the last two with 'men', the double meaning of fall enjambed into days and then leaves all turning to decay.
Thanks for the read
bryn

[Miley]

Thank you brynmawr, i agree the last two work well together and could be combined.







Supernova

not for honor 
Sun laid down 
its illuminated life
 'cross the pavement


Interval Training

young women run atop
the old rail line
not much older
I lower my eyes