your stark presence stays;
the cries of a crow & you —
imprints on my mind.
Nature
Watered Soil
rain does not carry you away —
nor does it drown out the voices
telling me of days to come
rain does not carry you away —
nor does it extinguish the fragile flame
I still harbour deep inside.
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The image was created by using the AI Art Generator at Imagine Art.
Lessons Of The Fall
there was still life
in the veins of the leaf
after it had fallen;
it quivered when it touched the ground,
impatient to be swept away
for yet another mile
now it lies still at my feet —
still and forgotten.
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photo credits: wallpaperflare.com
(Extingui)Shed (Haiku)
all the warmth seeps out —
thunder on the horizon,
thunder in her voice.
With A Touch Of Rain
a head up in the clouds
could be painful these days;
crammed between
all those categorized, frozen smiles
I never imagined
clouds could run out of space —
but man makes it possible.
Snow Day (Haiku)
for once, I tune out
and my lone footprint stumbles
as I slide on home.
Solstice
I saw your words’ first dawn
on a crisp day of pending woes
& in your eyes, reflected,
the sky’s limit ~
piercing blue.
in these overbearing times
my gaze stays fixed on the horizon
and I gush forth ~
to whatever end.
Unaccustomed
once, I was wrapped in
a symphony of daffodils, milky white
on vibrant skin &
nothing
could keep me
from facing the sun.
Free(d) Spirit
upon the winds, a fatal blow
sends maybe to another place,
and stirs the beat of cold, blue hearts
to meet the serpent, face to face.
upon the winds, a battle fought
with teeth and nails for dearest life,
and purest words evolve from ash
to cloak in light this endless strife.
upon the winds, a second breath
springs from the seed of newfound pride,
that overcame this horrid beast
now fuels purpose, strength and stride.
and on this morn, a soul reborn
perceives the world in more than grey,
lets color flood the dankest dark
upon the winds, she greets the day.
It’s Not Time Yet
there’s magic
in the early bird’s song;
vibrant fragrance hidden
in the twilight of dawn ~
a peaceful sigh
lies north of my heart,
and i wrap myself
in your sleeping beauty.
Seasons’ Song
shall we not flourish in the springtime rains?
where liquid crystal moistens earthen tongue,
and green conceals the last of winter’s stains.
will we go far from where our bodies sprung?
past rolling hills beneath a blazing sun,
to vales of summer; youthful songs unsung.
when autumn reigns, will we then come undone?
give up our leaves to mighty gusts of wind,
and slow this walk, that’s only just begun.
have we surrendered; have our roots been skinned?
the joy of life, mere echo in our veins,
and winter’s breath leaves hollowed mind chagrined.
shall we be bound by bitter winter’s chains?
shall we not flourish in the springtime rains?
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Tony Maude over at dVerse Poets Pub invites us to to try the Terza Rima at “Form For All” today. This is my contribution – a Terza Rima Sonnet. Come on over, fiddle with the form and join us at the bar!
photo credits: josephinewall.co.uk
Lun(e)atic
(Aquatic) Street Art
this face,
fastened
to the pavement
in white and green and blue
softens
with every drop
of li(quid)berty
parched perfection
transformed to
rivulets of imperfection,
chasing rivers
to the long abandoned sea
and laughter
leaves my lips in waves
to crash upon
your distant shore…
in white
and green
and blue.
Wild Horses
do you hear
the call of the wild?
thundering hooves,
manes, airy white;
bodies
restless,
racing
against the tides
do you hear
the call of the wild?
feverish,
vigorous waves
driven forth;
forth to join the wild hunt
do you hear
the call of the wild?
will you run with them?
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photo credits: designsdelight.com
two minds, one picture… have a look at Rambly’s wonderful poem “Gather Strength“.
Once Infinite
Forever
slides
along the crest of heaven;
becomes mortal
in a blink
and
wanders off
on silent feet.