C.L.LLOYD

the poetry.

poem of the day

  • BIRD BABY WITHOUT A MOTHER

    I am a learning-thing.  Unpetaling flowers in late spring. Breaking my beak open for a love that isn’t coming.  Drunk on the greedy need. Cawing nightlong into the blue-black hollow of absence. Sipping on the scarlet azaleas. Pulling twine from the floorboards of fusty rooms left to dust.  Moon-faced on wishing. Your magpie-eyes only gaze wantingly at bursts of Read more

  • WHERE THE GRIEF SINKS HEAVY.

    Meet me in the courtyard, as the clocks steel hand strikes the midnight hour, when the nights deep blue kisses the leaves of trees – and dew clings, like a creeping thing.  Find me in that familiar place, where shadows dance across landscapes, leaving tawny spots atop the hills, swaying between silver-tipped daffodils.  You know, the secret place – where the grief Read more

  • A GOOD CIGAR.

    let the world burn. what do  I care. it was all going to  burn eventually.  let my man leave. I was  never his keeper. he is free to do as he pleases.  let the junkies break their  doors down and the doctors  keep pushing.  let the coyotes prowl on  midnight streets while the  alley cats Read more