Tahquamenon Falls

Tahquamenon Falls

We slipped
away one night
when summer scents
filled ditch pockets
where the road dipped
through patchy fog. Our bike
was a whisper instead of a holler
and near Cheboygan, a mountain
lion leapt, missed or changed
its fickle mind. Fate, you said
had passed nearby, an omen
we should live a little closer
to the edge of the risks
we take in our lives.
In Tahquamenon
you tossed like the river
and fell forever
into my arms.
.
Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books®

From HeartWood to be published December 2016

 

Written In Blood

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I have been writing poetry since the age of twelve and created my first chapbook at the age of fourteen. After showing a few sample poems to friends and neighbors, the chapbook was relegated to a dusty drawer to disintegrate into fodder for a rat’s nest. Some of the poems were good, many I am sure were bad, but all originated from a bludgeoned or joyful heart, mine. I am almost certain the rats found them more pleasurable than any of my human readers. Continue reading →

Summer Love

heart swans

We clasped hands and slipped away
with the horses down the lane
into the meadow. Red-winged blackbirds
held chorus in the cattails
where the cattle drank. The creek had a rush
to compliment the laugh of the mallard ducks
and the air was abuzz with dragonflies.

I remember your face freckled and petite
as we knelt to pick orchids and kissed.
We snipped bouquets to freshen our nest
cradled in limbs of an ancient tree; paradise
where we carved our names, sunbathed
bare-naked, satiated and carefree.
.

From HeartWood by Richard Rensberry, to be published December 2016 by QuickTurtle Books®

Mother and Father

Mother and Father

If I were the rain,
I would be less begrudging.
I’d teach Heaven how to beat
a rhythmical drum. I would
speak fluent and decisive electricity. I‘d strike up
a conversation with the wind
and babble with the trees and roofs. If I were the rain,
I’d hammer away as if I could play Continue reading →