The mud – Cary Briel

Posted on Jan 15, 2011 in Poetry, Writing

Vainly try, tall, soft grasses,
to emulate what passes
you by.
Bare leg and thigh.
You and I glide,
dizzy and dew streaked,
past oak and elm,
each overwhelmed.
Past otter and eagle,
sparrow, the stray beagle.
And we drop in the mud,
you and I, it dulling our touch.
But I’d become it with you again.
scrawl, sin’s dirty pen.

If you were a tree – Cary Briel

Posted on Oct 23, 2010 in Poetry, Writing

If you were a tree, you’d be an ash,
so tall and straight, I’d walk right past
the other trees and climb your limbs—
first hand, then foot,
at any whim
or fantasy,
and if I were high
in your small branches, to the sky,
you’d be so strong,
you’d hold my weight,
and I’d stay with you
very late.

Truth or dare – Cary Briel

Posted on Sep 5, 2010 in Poetry, Writing

Look upon me with lifted up eye,
replace all my devils with yours,
for I’d much rather live in the fire with you
than to live in a room without doors.
Strip off your clothes and skip through the coals,
it burns off all of our hair.
I knew you’d be game for the dream when I asked
if you wanted to play truth or dare.