Billions of iridescent butterflies
Softly thrash the air, turning the noon sky
To dusk, slowly falling,
Like fat snow flakes,
Thickly blanketing the land
Under a layer of rustling... – by William Goresko | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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Like some great tree in the twilight
Of the year, I have been stripped of all
My finery, and left standing naked in
The cold of winter, ravaged by the elements,
Yet I shall endure to the... – by William Goresko | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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My tears form rivers
That flood their banks
On their winding journey
To the sea. My grief
Is so bountiful it fills
The fields with blades
Of tall grass in which
I lose myself. My pain
Is that of the prisoner
Who has been lashed
And deeply scarred.... – by William Goresko | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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Out of the twilight of classicism,
An age dominated by Haydn,
Realizing its apotheosis in the pure
And shimmering vision of Mozart,
You erupted like some great volcano,
And with a few violent shudders,
Altered the musical landscape forever
Setting... – by William Goresko | 0 Views added 2 years ago
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Today, my son, you drew me
A Valentine card
With pictures of dinosaurs
Ringed by the words
"Hugs and Kisses"
Proclaiming your love for me.
Within your little chest
There beats an enormous heart;
A lovely untamed beast,
It tugs and strains... – by William Goresko | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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The crow caws, the cherry blossoms
Fall softly to earth, and the
Gentle breeze carries with it
The aroma of Sunday dinners,
Scents of last autumn's leaves
Burning, the smoky end of winter's
Wood pile, and a thousand other
Nearly tangible smells... – by William Goresko | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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Strong oak limbs reach upward
Into the evening sky against which
Its leaves are sharply etched.
Large clouds slowly take shape and
Then dissolve, parts of my being that
I can't quite touch. On the horizon
Scarlet fades into magenta then pink
Where... – by William Goresko | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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Out of this fiery crucible,
After great toil and struggle,
I have pulled a smoldering mass.
Never far from reach,
It sears my outstretched hands,
Blinding me with its brilliance,
Leaving me with a new and
Different vision. Repelling those
Who cannot... – by William Goresko | 34 Views added 2 years ago
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I travel the lonely road
Between exaltation
And oblivion;
A high wire artist
With no safety net.
Looking into the void of
The darkened amphitheater
I walk that fine line,
Foot following foot,
Arms stretched out,
Moving forward half blind.
That hard,... – by William Goresko | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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Yellowed leaves shook free
Chase the birds across the sky,
Chill and blustery winds
Push the sun into the clouds.
From some place up high
Among the shivering trees
The crow calls its mate
With a cold and piercing cry.
Locked in the basement
A dog... – by William Goresko | 0 Views added 2 years ago
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Crawling beneath my porch roof
You worked unobserved
Assiduously spinning, spinning,
A silken case from which unknowingly
You would be reborn, after what seemed
Like a lifetime's immersion in shadow,
A winged... – by William Goresko | 20 Views added 2 years ago
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Pocked and luminous sphere,
Who casts shining arrows down
Through the chill night sky
Upon this sad-faced clown,
Tell me, do you know why
We go round and round?
As your eye slowly rolls
Open and shut,
A shimmering halo all about,
Your impassive gaze... – by William Goresko | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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With a roar and a flash,
My life recedes on the outgoing tide
And I am left looking up
At the bright sky,
A fish out of water
On a sharp bed of stone.
As I wait for the high tide
To cradle me in its arms,
Carrying me back,
The light slowly fades
And... – by William Goresko | 9 Views added 2 years ago
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Let us gather our tears in musty barrels,
Juice crushed from fruit of old vines,
To bottle, lay down in cool, dark places,
And when it becomes a supple potion,
Redolent with fragrance of violets and oak,
Fill our glasses, raise them together,
And... – by William Goresko | 5 Views added 2 years ago
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A thousand hopes and desires
Nurtured furtively in the night,
Stalked by blinding light of day,
Form the sinew
Of a reed-thin life,
Whirling like an autumn leaf,
Crazily in the... – by William Goresko | 9 Views added 2 years ago
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1... – by William Goresko | 2 Views added 2 years ago
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Arriving in the midday heat
We were welcomed by the cat calls
Of the winged choir above.
From across the street the waves
Broke low, crashing endlessly
On the grey sand in long thin lines
Etching ever changing messages,
Like billion year old... – by William Goresko | 1 View added 2 years ago
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Black cat creeping onto my porch
And startling me, dusky specter
Sidling up by my chair, you curl
Around my feet softly mewing.
But you are no ordinary black cat
With your concave flanks
And your cloudy cataract eye.
Your tattered ears tell of... – by William Goresko | 19 Views added 2 years ago
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As night meets day the sky grows grey
Along the seam that separates the two,
And from that crack on wings of black
Their ragged shapes come softly flitting... – by William Goresko | 10 Views added 2 years ago
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You turn your head and look up at
The clear and sultry summer sky
And from within your emerald throat
There comes a sharp and piercing... – by William Goresko | 32 Views added 2 years ago
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It lay on the ground trembling violently
As if possessed, then suddenly
Leaped toward the sky, catlike,
Its tail a mad scythe slicing the air,
Soaring for a moment in pursuit of the gulls
Then swooped back to earth once... – by William Goresko | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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In the early morning I awake
To the sound of cicadas
Stirring the August air
With their electric pulse.
The chattering chorus moves
From tree to tree; now in
Hushed and ominous rattles,
Like thousands of castanets,
Now in violent crescendos,... – by William Goresko | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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A perfect Sunday morning
In my little slice of suburbia;
Trees gently sway in the soft breeze
Reaching out to touch
The faint white ripples above,
These looking like the sandy floor
Of an azure sea;
The wind chimes, excited by this scene
Sing dumb... – by William Goresko | 19 Views added 2 years ago
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When I was just a green and wide-eyed boy
I wanted to fly off with Peter Pan
To soar across the cold clear winter sky
And set our course for Never-Never... – by William Goresko | 10 Views added 2 years ago
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You burrow in the ocean's sandy floor
Far from the cry of the clamoring crowd
And take your meals within shadow of shore
Ensconced inside your corrugated shroud.
But deep within your delicate flesh
A bit of sand has fashioned a home
To stealthily... – by William Goresko | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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