Sleepy Whale 236

Mary’s without a second care
Every animal’s fault
The art of man
Barring the Bees
Ship of the streets
Brutes of the field
Ambulating, acquaintance, passionately
Friendly fashion indubitable
Making her look sideways at me
Hankering new vistas
Had her father’s gift
Irish exquisite, variations

Sleepy Whale 248

What did you see on the range?
In your father’s house
Your dying sister in the kitchen
Her point of junction
Flow from Round wood Revivers
Liner aqueduct yard exultance
Did it flow, subterranean bounty
Fallen below the sill
Water works unshed tears
Lay in the glen of the downs
Prolong the summer’s doubt

Sleepy Whale 407

Granite rocky mountain’s Utah High
Best Snow on Earth anywhere
Gloved hand, Cast Iron pan to fry
Message from Salvation Auctioneer
Lime-Green-Jell-O Frog Prince lie
She began to weep, wept an embrace
Be-mused over his limp wet rag
Shifty looking fellow playing the base
Drinking beer in an Irish Pub we all brag
Un-hasty friendliness to face
She melt a hearts of stone, rich silk stockings nag

Sleepy Whale 427

Sleepwalk to the grave, buried last evening
Wayne’s hand on his quest
Brightness of the stained glass
Haunting girlish shyness drinking beer
Instantaneous smoking effigy
Proceeding the sage sloops heard of Deer
Dark woman and fair man seated at Mass
Witchy bluest Irish blue eyed volunteer

Sleepy Whale 435

Shadows over her childhood’s crest
Her eyes glistering with tears last evening
Slightly flecked hair with gray, a long kissed guest
Gazing out the window’s Azul Glass
Have mercy, her end so near
Holiday’s lattice window Mass
Verge of tears, sighted eyes volunteer

Terry Brinkman has been painting for over forty five years. He started creating poems. He has five Amazon E- Books, also poems in Rue Scribe, Tiny Seed, Jute Milieu Lit and Utah Life Magazine, Snapdragon Journal, Poets Choice, In Parentheses, Adelaide Magazine, UN/Tethered Anthology and the Writing Disorder.

You can find more of Terry’s work here on Ink Pantry.