Flowstone Time

Waxen rock stalactites, stagnant
statuary saluting state solicitude,
sinking down toward infinite regressions—
redressing so much history while laughing
at the self-importance sliding by like drips
without any minerals to paint onto
geologic time, her story more complex,
waxing poetic along the fault lines.

Poetry Month 2016 | Fragments of Michael Dickel

Water Poems (a poem)
Flowstone Time (a poem)
SNR—Hybrid Word Dance
Veiled Lady (a poem)
My Brand Here (Hybrid Flash)
Rosy Morn | Poem | Essay | Photographs
Blue Notes (collage | poem)
The BeZine April 2016 — Celebrating Poetry Month
Circumstances