Tag: poet

Hat Rabbits

Manifest Destiny Abracadabra

Hat Rabbits

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

Goldie Hawn stirs a rainbow leafs against sky 

animate and dance in mind, providence of spread

legs journey west, stumble into a mine shaft to

fall for 37 years. Anomalous dynamics, deemed a

weightless pong vollied between hemispheres to

emerge in volcanic eruption, then appear on the

evening news. Feather voice found me splashing 

in a bath, ‘Hemingway’ says the lady of 1946, with

palindrome restored come visions against the grain.

Wrinkled faces clock time, expressions instruct 

wavering compass, solemn salute raised totem of 

fortune flapping drawers. When her straps hit the

water it all boiled off, on the side of the tub lay a

pile of purple jelly, should toast ever wish to spread

my honor, that gives you opera voice till it clears,

patience a virtue, a lion’s stretch under blazing sun. 

Trying On Life

You never know when gifts arrive,

Trying On Life 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Holster ready, all you did was

ask. If put another way, I

might’ve just let it pass. Your 

key question unlocks response.  

Not taken lightly words rush to 

life relating to everything at once. 

Did grandmother tell you what was

said? Eyes blossom full of sky. 

Did we know then what we know

now? Birds sing the story of our

lives, rendezvous on approach

play your part to alert me to mine. 

Our moment bubble burst into 

existence, crochet time yarns and

salutes, saddled grins remind us this

whole world is a changing place. 

Sifting Lizards

Titled Castaneda, benefits of losing one’s mind.

Sifting Lizards 

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Informace, at risk of excluding the 

rest, finger raised distinguishing this

from that, a process arrives at Hiroshima. 

Potent void, out of nothing a knock

on your door, just dropping by, a light

like never before pours definitive unto.  

Caressed by world bosom ease away a 

breath, casting sky hooked a cloud life 

upon merry go round, spurs spontaneity.  

Your stride upright brighter than the sun, 

ocean eyes focus in as horizon lion shakes 

it’s mane, settling just where you belong.  

Fallen Tree

Everything up to that moment, wed reference in the Sequoia gift shop.

Fallen Tree

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

You waited for our company

the lucky couple you chose to

share your last moments with. 

Passing unsuspected you give

notice, call our attention to

your final act. We turn to the

sound in the silence to follow.

You say goodbye with a tender 

timber, your sparse tip comes

to rest in the fork of another,

caught by lovers branch. 

Your rings given to us as the 

sound we will hear forever.

Ann Darrow

From one comes another, you know this could be Switzerland.

Ann Darrow

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

An insurmountable lift 

caught in life’s talons

feet kicking for ground

desperate for any burden

but the one you bear. 

Dragon’s back pontoon

distract time with mistress

minutes, enough to swim

the sound. Insightful clay,

a facial expression, skip

pattern my navajo peyote

a visit. Crow back in the 

gizzard gaze you’ve always

known. Our clay you say,

must be wet everyday

to fend cracks and shatter. 

Your gentle eyes owe

not a cent to your broad

back, heaving against an

Empire State, let me go

I’ll carry you forever, 

an ease of grasp, I’d 

never felt so alive. 

Womb Would’ve Known

A door opens inward.

Womb Would’ve Known

By Tyler Lucas Mobley 

Shot from a cannon with a cry, hands of anticipation

cradle and rejoice another plummet. Form of impressions 

soft to the touch, a bundle of things to come. 

Portrait of the whole falls to pieces, boundaries undefined. 

Steps taken, shape sought in hammer and chisel world.

Lucky enough to fall into place, still an emptiness fills a space. 

Mid puzzle crisis, what is a piece to do? 

With the rug gone, clouds appear full of answers. 

Wet from the rain one happens a pond, 

met with a reflection, mirror of crystal sky. 

Peace for piece with a look in the eye,

a portrait framed inside the whole.