Poems and What-not

Astral anomaly; Ashes and angels ascend; Above and about, Alighting all; Amazement accumulates Around an amassed altar; Apparitions and apostles alike Achieve an accomplished alignment Amongst Almighty, As an Ark Announces aloud, Also ablaze; Affecting awareness, Awakening altogether Awe. ©2016 Brandon Hildreth

Pluto: Positively perfect planet, Plastered permanently; Posted perceptually, Pre-planetoid; Pluto: Post-pebble, Pathetic popsicle; Parading patronized, People purportedly propose Pluto: Pale pin prick, Presumably, peacefully; Pacing perceived Perimeter ©2016 Brandon Hildreth

The sky, like a great gray whale Has swallowed the town, As he takes his deep, dark plunge, The water drips down; Seeping in through the cracks At the corners of his mouth, The waters trickle down our backs, East, West, North and South; In the morning we wake When he comes up for air, His blow hole opens wide Somewhere up there; It has a likeness to the sun Except, the fog has it choked, And it…

The rain pours down like heaven’s grace, Issuing tiny rivers upon my head and face; A tall drink for the parched clay does bring- Forth the all encompassing beauty of spring ©2016 Brandon Hildreth

Life explodes like a big bang in this perfect moment; The warm sun pours in sideways through the trees, spreading across the freshly cut lawn like an old basking dog; The smell of cut cedar carries upon the warm afternoon wind as the April leaves chatter like small children; A pair of doves waddle about, in search of insects while two puppies combat playfully over a piece of rope; White petals…

One day! You and I will go fishing; our boat will toss and chug along through an ocean somewhere; And maybe we already have, in another life, in some universe where we sit side by side with our lines in the water; Or perhaps in that world I am the ocean from which you fish, big and infinite; or it could be that you are my catch that I shall kiss and throw back? At this moment, however; in this…

We, my daughter and me, witnessed, through the windshield of my car, a shooting star; One dark morning when she missed the bus, and I hurriedly forgot my coffee, thus, aggravated- but too groggy to fuss; that’s when we saw it streak smallish-ly across the great black sky above us, her and I, and the line of red tail lights before us. I explained to her of how it wasn’t a star at all, the light we…