Hunterapsych
Poem Published
Today 5:31am
Today 5:31am
In the jungle
Monkey in the jungle
tiptoeing through the trees,
that's me
or maybe more like a sloth silently stuck
in stillness
no concerns for quickness
I'm content now with
just being the witness
watching waves of time and light
crash and pass on by,
so fast and so slow
so vast and exposed..
I'm enclosed in the flow
alone no more
stoned only when awake
I roam that zone
and sometimes drone on and on
for days and days,
dazed deep
I seep into the soul
and maze that is mind..
tiptoeing through the trees,
that's me
or maybe more like a sloth silently stuck
in stillness
no concerns for quickness
I'm content now with
just being the witness
watching waves of time and light
crash and pass on by,
so fast and so slow
so vast and exposed..
I'm enclosed in the flow
alone no more
stoned only when awake
I roam that zone
and sometimes drone on and on
for days and days,
dazed deep
I seep into the soul
and maze that is mind..
#nature
#spiritual
#marijuana
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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1 Comment
Eerie
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:52am
Yesterday 00:52am
The Every Day: Rectitude, Undone
I stood in this spot
three weeks ago, as
the last vestige
of winter blew its cool
breath on a
fevered land.
Tulip leaves crested,
quietly waiting for
her Eastern sun
to rise with
warm kisses.
A lacy ice fraise
blanketed the edges around
a vibrant green dais, sheltered
beneath lumbering
pine.
My tracks were deep
depressions, marring the pristine
landscape. I yearned
to paint a portrait with
my words; but the
need to
be encased by its
beauty became a...
three weeks ago, as
the last vestige
of winter blew its cool
breath on a
fevered land.
Tulip leaves crested,
quietly waiting for
her Eastern sun
to rise with
warm kisses.
A lacy ice fraise
blanketed the edges around
a vibrant green dais, sheltered
beneath lumbering
pine.
My tracks were deep
depressions, marring the pristine
landscape. I yearned
to paint a portrait with
my words; but the
need to
be encased by its
beauty became a...
#nature
#humankind
#NaPoWriMo2020
21 reads
2 Comments
marina2020
Rain Woman
Rain Woman
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:04pm
Yesterday 10:04pm
A View Like No Other
360 degrees of mountains
Wind blowing through the open windows
Bird chirping from every direction
Nothing but rolling mountains
Some small, others huge
Some pointed, others round
I stand atop this fire tower
Completely alone
I do not feel lonely
I have the world right here with me
Savoring this moment a little longer
Before I must leave
Breathing in the cool spring air
Finally feeling like everything will be okay
Wind blowing through the open windows
Bird chirping from every direction
Nothing but rolling mountains
Some small, others huge
Some pointed, others round
I stand atop this fire tower
Completely alone
I do not feel lonely
I have the world right here with me
Savoring this moment a little longer
Before I must leave
Breathing in the cool spring air
Finally feeling like everything will be okay
#happiness
#forest
#sky
#nature
#mountains
20 reads
3 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:03pm
Yesterday 10:03pm
Mallards
Magnificent mallards
Having conquered land, water, and sky
Lesser gods who now
Are floating buoyant on my pond
Pedaling their invisible tricycles
Which move them around rudderless
They circle and parade
Like small town teenagers on a Saturday night
Though they are elegant and peaceful
Modest and humble guest
Yet the drake’s iridescent heads screams emerald flashes
Or whispers dark green forests depending on the light
Minding their own and keeping to themselves
They glide around, then...
Having conquered land, water, and sky
Lesser gods who now
Are floating buoyant on my pond
Pedaling their invisible tricycles
Which move them around rudderless
They circle and parade
Like small town teenagers on a Saturday night
Though they are elegant and peaceful
Modest and humble guest
Yet the drake’s iridescent heads screams emerald flashes
Or whispers dark green forests depending on the light
Minding their own and keeping to themselves
They glide around, then...
#birds
#water
#nature
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0 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:21pm
Yesterday 8:21pm
nature emerges anew
to nestle into the corner
where branch meets tree
new growth emerges
delicate and strong
unfurling in oceans
of verde
hope on a stem
where branch meets tree
new growth emerges
delicate and strong
unfurling in oceans
of verde
hope on a stem
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
25 reads
1 Comment
Layla
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:34pm
Yesterday 5:34pm
The Jogger at 4am.
The darkness wallowed in its own misery
thick with molasses opacity, hot and vicid
the air hovered over streets indecisively
dripping into streams from leaves, buildings
and automobiles. Scent of mildew and dust
unfurled slowly with systematic persistence
smothering with each drop, weight of water.
The street lights were indifferent, heads in bow
silent witnesses to all creatures in fear of light
fretfully racing with urgency to win the fight.
Twin headlights sped cutting through shadows
leaving kaleidoscope of colors as...
thick with molasses opacity, hot and vicid
the air hovered over streets indecisively
dripping into streams from leaves, buildings
and automobiles. Scent of mildew and dust
unfurled slowly with systematic persistence
smothering with each drop, weight of water.
The street lights were indifferent, heads in bow
silent witnesses to all creatures in fear of light
fretfully racing with urgency to win the fight.
Twin headlights sped cutting through shadows
leaving kaleidoscope of colors as...
#shadows
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2020
25 reads
1 Comment
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:58pm
Yesterday 3:58pm
~ Sutra: Our Congressional Atomic Strings Make One Sun
सूत्र~ Sūtra: Viz #ERULGCT #5
#love
#sun
#nature
#sensual
#passion
44 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:52pm
Yesterday 1:52pm
Rockhollow Series: Passing
4/30
Rockhollow Series: Passing (unedited)
The early afternoon calls for bathing
as if Sun was currency,
as if gulls form melodies
and the house is a Hell.
I rock
belly-down upon writer's swing
harvesting the vibrancy of Aubrieta tumbling over low walls
and cornflower flexing purple claws
and rhubarb stems pumping blood.
Fields of honesty develop across the garden, small seedlings creating an army
later flowering, later ghosts.
I age, Sun kissed and static,
no further energy to grow and bloom.
Today ...
Rockhollow Series: Passing (unedited)
The early afternoon calls for bathing
as if Sun was currency,
as if gulls form melodies
and the house is a Hell.
I rock
belly-down upon writer's swing
harvesting the vibrancy of Aubrieta tumbling over low walls
and cornflower flexing purple claws
and rhubarb stems pumping blood.
Fields of honesty develop across the garden, small seedlings creating an army
later flowering, later ghosts.
I age, Sun kissed and static,
no further energy to grow and bloom.
Today ...
#flowers
#sun
#nature
#aging
#NaPoWriMo2020
22 reads
5 Comments
SweetOblivion
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:57am
Yesterday 11:57am
Local Exercise
When the sun's out,
It's fun to take our walks:
Not hand in hand,
But hand in hair today;
It's fun to take our walks:
Not hand in hand,
But hand in hair today;
#nature
#sensual
84 reads
10 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2020 10:33pm
3rd Apr 2020 10:33pm
Notes From The Home Office
Finally a corner office
to be honest, a laundry room as well
three windows opened wide
one facing South, two West
lit scented candle, “Sea Spray” gutters in a westerly one
blown by cool Spring breeze
traversing tween adjacent windows
sating longing to feel what agitates the leaves
what makes the wind chimes sing
evoking Taoist spiritual serenity
happy memories of grandma’s garden
Butterflies erratically flutter through the backyard
Monarchs they seem
perhaps that Monarch impostor
the similarly royal...
to be honest, a laundry room as well
three windows opened wide
one facing South, two West
lit scented candle, “Sea Spray” gutters in a westerly one
blown by cool Spring breeze
traversing tween adjacent windows
sating longing to feel what agitates the leaves
what makes the wind chimes sing
evoking Taoist spiritual serenity
happy memories of grandma’s garden
Butterflies erratically flutter through the backyard
Monarchs they seem
perhaps that Monarch impostor
the similarly royal...
#love
#family
#nature
#humankind
#suffering
18 reads
3 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2020 1:07pm
3rd Apr 2020 1:07pm
Rockhollow Series: After noon
3/30
Rockhollow Series: After noon
It's cooler today, quieter today,
as if plumes of downing have settled upon the quarantine.
Irises have raised their black heads in the silence, irises
a fifteen year old grubbier self needed while wandering a garden centre
in twenty-seven year old frame.
Violet syringas are budding, first year, I've waited five. The white still refuses.
I pad
gentle Devonian declines,
admiring confused Devonian soil, half damp, half cracked from over-sunning.
The wild garlic flowers earlier here than the...
Rockhollow Series: After noon
It's cooler today, quieter today,
as if plumes of downing have settled upon the quarantine.
Irises have raised their black heads in the silence, irises
a fifteen year old grubbier self needed while wandering a garden centre
in twenty-seven year old frame.
Violet syringas are budding, first year, I've waited five. The white still refuses.
I pad
gentle Devonian declines,
admiring confused Devonian soil, half damp, half cracked from over-sunning.
The wild garlic flowers earlier here than the...
#flowers
#nature
#NaPoWriMo2020
30 reads
2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2020 6:24am
3rd Apr 2020 6:24am
got stuck in the garden 2/30
got stuck in the garden
this is how to get shot
strolling late to the party
doubly fashionable by missing a year
the house torn by the garden wild
fleshy raspberries buddha squash
champagne vines climb the fir next to a disassociated lamppost
the gussied barrow misses a leg in the crook there the crock has a teardrop hole
driveway carless and only becomes engaged by the light rays which moves still things in shadow
flowers write letters to the sky
people were once upon a time the creationists
of dust and are
...
this is how to get shot
strolling late to the party
doubly fashionable by missing a year
the house torn by the garden wild
fleshy raspberries buddha squash
champagne vines climb the fir next to a disassociated lamppost
the gussied barrow misses a leg in the crook there the crock has a teardrop hole
driveway carless and only becomes engaged by the light rays which moves still things in shadow
flowers write letters to the sky
people were once upon a time the creationists
of dust and are
...
#flowers
#shadows
#nature
#apocalypse
#LifeCycle
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