Poetry Drawer: Shadow Limbs Search: Snagged: Below Morning: Leaves Down: Stand Still by Diane Webster

Shadow Limbs Search Shadow limbsof the dead treestretch across the barren dirtin search:they descend into burrowswhere dark meets dark,reaching for a neighborbut the sun movesso touch never happens. Shadow limbs rotatesunrise to sunset;a sundial ticking secondslike bug tracks stitchinghourglass sand. … Continue reading

Poetry Drawer: Distractions: Darkness Safe: Old Moment: Designated Driver: Opens to Darkness by Diane Webster

Distractions Jack wears sunglassesto ogle the young man’sdimples reddening underbolder and bolder quipsof the older man’s flirtsto see the smile he admireswhile Matt pouts,“I have dimples too,”and Jack, “Let me see,”smiles until distractedby baby falling, crying,hugged by mother’s love. Darkness … Continue reading