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Phibby Venable : Writing

Walking Near Loop Mountain

Walking Near Loop Mountain

A Poem by Phibby Venable


Why walk where the past smudges into dead wood -though once, long ago, it broke upwards, emerald with fresh beliefI cannot stop myself from traveling ..
cinnamon & spice

cinnamon & spice

A Poem by Phibby Venable


young relative on drugs
Star Flight

Star Flight

A Poem by Phibby Venable


Star FlightThe smooth black space of the skysparkling stars in miniature & designDid you see my star fall in Nepal -a burst of light in blue celeb..
Errant Skies

Errant Skies

A Poem by Phibby Venable


A covert sun swims upward from the sea She hears the summoning of morning song The roses in her hair rise up and grow into a hair band she flings to t..
In Case This Day Will Not Gentle

In Case This Day Will Not Gentle

A Poem by Phibby Venable


In Case This Day Will Not GentleI will walk the evening in streetlights -the dew visible in lines of magicthe dogs sadder than a loonin a howl of hope..
wearing dark glasses

wearing dark glasses

A Poem by Phibby Venable


she changes fast, unfazed by an opinionheld yesterdayit is a roller coaster catch up to rememberwhat she loves todayfey wings whisper her into the sky..
The Next Stone I Turn

The Next Stone I Turn

A Poem by Phibby Venable


~leave no stone unturnedThe next stone I turn will be an applestill lost in the memory of pink and white blossomssoft with the overtaste of vinegarvig..
The Many Days That Open

The Many Days That Open

A Poem by Phibby Venable


It is morning & the mutiny of dawnswirls darkened clouds in a dullness of lightThe sun has hidden in reprisal stancea taken for granted feel again..
In the mirror you smooth your hair

In the mirror you smooth your hair

A Poem by Phibby Venable


In the mirror you smooth your haira satellite records the weatheron a tv I never wanted in the bedroomOutside the sun is a hidden beaconraining on con..
I Watch the Mountains

I Watch the Mountains

A Poem by Phibby Venable


I watch the mountains prune themselvesand imagine they cannot debunk the gossipof seasonal demands and expectationsIt is cold this morning and they ar..