A Sensual Deposit

there’s a place the pollen falls
when the rest of life has scattered
whirled away
by strong, spring breezes
in miniature vortexes
seeking bull’s-eye releases
among distant flower beds

there’s a place the pollen falls
this sperm—stuck to the honey bee’s
strong legs—
is carried
to soft, blushing petals
open wide
and waiting

there’s a place the pollen falls
filling empty spaces
when winged lover
devours the nectar
and—by Nature’s lush design—
makes sensual deposit
that leaves gametes
inside

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Words and Photography ©2019 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

Posted in poetry & free verse.

This Tree

I’ve hiked this trail before
winding through a wooded wonderland
in awe
today,
air sweet with the detritus
dampened
by spring’s morning mists,
I breathe
lost in a tree-born revere
my soul plays in the canopy
my toe, earth bound,
snags the arching twist
of an exposed root
hiding under last fall’s rotting leaves
I stumble, startled
catch myself against a tree
its rough bark—a finger hold—
steadies me
I rest my back against this strong friend
yes, this one
whose rude root
tripped me
I trace the root back to this tree
Guilty!
Old Confidant!
this friend
responds with shaking laughter
as the wind rattles
bare limbs
just stretching from
winter’s rest
this tree chuckles
and
breathes me

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Words and Photography ©2019 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

Posted in poetry & free verse.

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A Little…

a little lost
a little hurt
a little crushed by life
I am
a little…
hope a little
laugh a little

thrive

~

Selfie from the edge.
#nofilter

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Words and Photography ©2019 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

Posted in poetry , healing, & free verse.

The Watch

steadfast watch from the writer’s tower
time ticks
too fast
toward its endgame bomb
boom
no life escapes that room
boom
then doom
or nothing
or a room
boom

the living colors
of the clock
face
outward
but
the clock does its ticking
inside
the weathering
withering
heat
beats

you have yours
I have mine
watches, I mean

time ticks for everyone
boom

still, ticking
mine
in beats profound
gifts
wrapped in crimson ribbons
rhythms
flow
from a faithful tower
full
the watch
watches
the pen
records the beats
in words
profound
found
only by one quick on the uptick
of time

the writer
watches
watches
tick
in aging towers
boom

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Words and Photography ©2019 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

Posted in poetry & free verse.

Cherita #16

milk spills

toddler strapped
in the high chair cries

kitten purrs and
laps a morning snack
off the hardwood floor

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