Of this world…

A face lay there in eternal sleep,
No smile.
No frown.
I wonder,
“After all, smiles and frowns are of this world”.

“Mine”

I own nothing
The ideas I present
The feelings I feel
The thoughts I think
And, the words I used
Or continue to use to express myself.
Everything, ever that has been
Has been through:
Absorption, assimilation, memorization
Recollection, repetition and more memorization.

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The Curvature of Water

And here, in the kingdom of clouds,
vast continents of mist
dwarf the mountains,
lumber lightly
in from the ocean,
float improbably, silently.
They sometimes, when the air is cold,
leak acres of crystal
in the high wilderness of fir and grizzly,
burying the trees and crags of the
inaccessible mystery in white.

And here, over the empire of emeralds,
they sweep and swell and
break apart and spill out
mighty rivers and silver lakes,
wash the air clean and
sift down through my willow tree,
bit by drop, sink from sight and
hurry to refill the ocean.

Earth, neither Hell nor Heaven

First published in my blog, http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com, on August 5, 2018.

Neither afraid of hell,
Nor enamored of heaven,
I am that fallen angel

Song of the Earthworms

The earthworms sing about rain

While we complain

Jolly songs as they move the soil

With their soft heads

Untouched Earth

It all falls away when building, the mind chiseling
A fever dream starting at the high, never getting down
To the low. And lower is the stair stepping away
Fast as a mare in full stride on open plain, whistling
Grasses notwithstanding, there’s a howl unheard.

Earth

​*Alliteration Poem – Earth*

17th Oct’17  ~by Venkat

Edges evolve, epitaphs etched
Eyes echo, ears ensnare
Ears enchant, eyes eschew
Eagles exude, embers emaciated

The Woodland

I am inferior. Let me say it.

Let it roll on my tongue, get pressed to my inner cheek, let it
fall out to the earth, let the solar rays shine on it,
the rain hammer over it,
the soil encapsulate it,
have it arise.

The Sound of Night

The Sound of Night

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Listen to the whisper of crisp autumn leaves

Where by design, He magnificently weaves

An aria of sweet music for the weary soul

Void of silence broken as darkness slows.

The Collector

The Collector

-Linda Lee Lyberg

How lovely is the bumble bee

As he floats from flower to flower

Storing pollen on his knees

Seeking bounty under the bower.

Feeding Frenzy

Morning

Sunny new day

Intense heat once again

Love birds feeding furiously

Our Earth is Slipping

Earth is slipping,

And we are sleeping.

Plains are flooded,

The forest is gutted.

THE EARTH KNOWS SHE’S SICK OF US

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The earth knows

she’s sick of us

volcanos cough

a rain of tears

the wind blows

and the earth knows

she has a cold

Running Leaf Above the Moor

She says I am the leaf sent out to sail the air across the moor.

Quietude and Rolling are my calling, to be tossed and savaged
like the sea.

Respite is a foreigner, who gallops as a steed
far from my body, as if it were the conduit of its destruction.

Man in Charge

Gaze upon the twinkle stars

Who am I? A question I ask.

The Grass Does Not Bend

When the grass doesn’t bend, and the earth
Holds her breath, and the stars are drowned
By a pregnant moon at midnight, so I walk,
Down the empty road, a monk in my shawl

Five Elements

Your words I observe
        Moving in line
Scorpions on fire
        On my rocky wall

Your words
        I dare to touch
Your words
        I dare to hold

The Green and Blue

There is the smell
Of moss and green. A color
Like a thief. Stealing land, smothering
Hillsides and the trees. This
Essence, the Qi, of the
Leaf and blade, settles here
(On my breast) and cracks me open
To lift my heart.

Illume

In the quiescent dark of eventide

In the scintillating light of early bright

Across the wild windswep’d savannah

And gently nudging the veiled coppice

 

Love Unsurpassed

She watches
From the skies above
Never does she age
Her beauty cast
Around the Earth
She is the Mother Sage

Welcome to Ice Hotel: Challenge

Poetry challenge: Ice hotel poem.

thanks to Harry for warming my frozen thoughts

here we are dear
back to the gone ice age
hold your thoughts
for they may shiver

The Great Green

(via Pinterest)

I stand on the very edge
Of the cliff that lorded over
The lush pine forest
Like nothing I’ve never seen before
Just a plummeting step away
But I’m not like that
I’m here for the life of it all
I might as well be at the end
Of the world
An endless green horizon
Blessedly untouched
I revel in the purity
Of this emerald sea
Rippling of branches
Waving at the sky
With the wind fueling the tide

The Narrative of the Earth’s Revenge

“Why do you allow a hateful and ignorant creation to desecrate my soil?”

“Though most of man is evil, a small group holds unto truth.”

“But why let them commit such evils and walk free?”

“They do not walk for long and their youth is limited.”

“Let me have my vengeance upon man.”

“So you shall have it so. For when their phase is done”

The Oasis

There’s an empty ache

that won’t let me write

my creative flow has sprung a leak

and any precious moisture left

has sunk

into the thirsty earth surrounding

“Which One Is It?”

The black sun deepens upon earth’s face
Mercifully reaching to the core of my soul
And binding up my heart—
Mother Earth is breathing under my feet,
Dreaming like God for its fullness to be
Begotten—
I feel her suffering as my fingers trace
The dying child, the empty womb, recalling
A paradise forgotten—
This crevice, this rock from where I watch
Hide me between awe and pain
Like a crying harp—

free spirit

∞

I am color and art

beauty and light

I am grey and hurt

pain and dark

a moment here

alight back there

touch as soft

as butterfly wings

translucent in my memory

Inamorato

I close my eyes, then I mesmerize

A human being, for whom I have a liking.

That figure…of a beautiful creature

I always find, crawling in my mind.

Spring is …

Spring is a warm sigh

Melting the frosty snow that

Hides the slumbering flowers

Escorting winter out of the back door

Spring is a wake up call to those tweeters in the trees

Spring is when we feel the smile of the sun,