Marck Riggins Poems
Where Emerald Fields Grow
Warm breeze brush 'cross these hills
Ushering peace, echoes long past.
Waves of heat rise from the field
Mockingbird rejoices in blue sky vast.
Green upon green, heather to sage
Splendor and beauty, savor the sight.
Altering landscape age unto age;
Starlings cry into the night.
Possessed by this passion
when all alone:
One's heart can take root
where emerald fields grow.
Beside Ocean Pier
Time wandered along the divide in nether light
Lost, amidst the reverent descent by heaven’s soft wall,
An anemic obscurity swallows all symmetry
In a mosaic of nebulous contours
Three ships of tall mast wait to sail
Out the hidden harbor, eluding
the near invisible pier and its scant remains
Near a bleak shoreline, forsaken.