Least Read Poems About Nature
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[Wisdom Does Listen]
Wisdom does listen
to the soft whispering dew
so take off each shoe
to the soft whispering dew
so take off each shoe
#nature
#peace
#confessional
#senryu
#wisdom
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Incan Trail
Andean winds do blow
here up on high
where the very sky
is just out of my reach
With warm sun on my skin
breathing air so thin
making every single breath
a clear reminder
Of where I can find Her
finally come face to face
in this most sacred place
this temple of the soul
Feeling once again whole
as I hike along
hear the condor's song
so woefully sung
My lone journey now begun
hiking right into the night
to finally fully regale
this life upon the Incan Trail
here up on high
where the very sky
is just out of my reach
With warm sun on my skin
breathing air so thin
making every single breath
a clear reminder
Of where I can find Her
finally come face to face
in this most sacred place
this temple of the soul
Feeling once again whole
as I hike along
hear the condor's song
so woefully sung
My lone journey now begun
hiking right into the night
to finally fully regale
this life upon the Incan Trail
#nature
#spiritual
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Clouds
All puffy and white
always such a delight
while they ride the horizon
flat on the bottom
jagged on top
not to be forgotten
so much strewn cotton
pulled by nimble fingers
always such a delight
while they ride the horizon
flat on the bottom
jagged on top
not to be forgotten
so much strewn cotton
pulled by nimble fingers
#sea
#sky
#clouds
#nature
#peace
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Wandering
Not all who wander are lost” ~ J.R.R. Tolkien
The rugged trail meanders
in its own time
all along the lone ridge
as if now meant to bridge
These many years…
ford all of these flowing tears
cried though denied
by those who do wander
Words to hear not ponder
carried on the breeze
rustling the trees
with the tickles of spring
While still feeling the sting
of a bitter winter...
The rugged trail meanders
in its own time
all along the lone ridge
as if now meant to bridge
These many years…
ford all of these flowing tears
cried though denied
by those who do wander
Words to hear not ponder
carried on the breeze
rustling the trees
with the tickles of spring
While still feeling the sting
of a bitter winter...
#nature
#mountains
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Adrift
I love to be at sea
forever adrift
escaping the rift
between myself and me
Riding gentle waves
with each rise then fall
savoring them all
how each still saves
With so much to say
to the listening tide
with its glistening pride
about the treasure of each day
Still searching this heart
for a new place to begin
forever free of sin
forever blissful from the start
forever adrift
escaping the rift
between myself and me
Riding gentle waves
with each rise then fall
savoring them all
how each still saves
With so much to say
to the listening tide
with its glistening pride
about the treasure of each day
Still searching this heart
for a new place to begin
forever free of sin
forever blissful from the start
#sea
#water
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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Lying Stone
Poetry Response to “The Flood” by Joy Harjo
He sits here all day
in the very same way
in the very same spot
too large to even move
Each striata and groove
Lying Stone wears with pride
never wanting to hide
the scars of his epoched life
In both good times and strife
he was a good friend
unwilling to ever bend
to those things truly geologic
Preferring to be philologic
in the language of Wind
other tongues which have sinned
by professing all their truth
This...
He sits here all day
in the very same way
in the very same spot
too large to even move
Each striata and groove
Lying Stone wears with pride
never wanting to hide
the scars of his epoched life
In both good times and strife
he was a good friend
unwilling to ever bend
to those things truly geologic
Preferring to be philologic
in the language of Wind
other tongues which have sinned
by professing all their truth
This...
#nature
#spiritual
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Painted Desert
The orange desert now lulls
as its still culls
all wheat from its chaff
each tear from its laugh
A place of deep silence
to escape the cement violence
of overcrowded city streets
with their trafficked heartbeats
While here every single stone
relishes being all alone
while the cacti do adorn
themselves with every thorn
For solitude is a state of mind
a sanctuary there to find
an inner sense of peace
once...
as its still culls
all wheat from its chaff
each tear from its laugh
A place of deep silence
to escape the cement violence
of overcrowded city streets
with their trafficked heartbeats
While here every single stone
relishes being all alone
while the cacti do adorn
themselves with every thorn
For solitude is a state of mind
a sanctuary there to find
an inner sense of peace
once...
#nature
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#desert
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Meadows
It is always right here
when life is most clear
these meadows of the mind
the only place I seem to find…
All that I do seek
where the words become sleek
slick with thick black ink
bring me back from the brink
Where each thought or feeling
remains so revealing
about the days behind
about the days ahead
Traveling distant shores
Irish pastures or Scottish moors
always in search of the same thing
enchantment to lift my poetic wing
Sweet verse scattered about
in...
when life is most clear
these meadows of the mind
the only place I seem to find…
All that I do seek
where the words become sleek
slick with thick black ink
bring me back from the brink
Where each thought or feeling
remains so revealing
about the days behind
about the days ahead
Traveling distant shores
Irish pastures or Scottish moors
always in search of the same thing
enchantment to lift my poetic wing
Sweet verse scattered about
in...
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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Palomino
Eagle soars ever high
punctuates the sky
with his presence
with his wisdom
While down below
the Earth does know
the lonely weight
of all of our gravity
Astride my mount
I am still able to count
the laden strides
of my wild palomino
As she swishes her tail
always knowing the trail
that leads me back
to myself
No longer able to hide
I listen to my guide
where she will lead
where she will follow
punctuates the sky
with his presence
with his wisdom
While down below
the Earth does know
the lonely weight
of all of our gravity
Astride my mount
I am still able to count
the laden strides
of my wild palomino
As she swishes her tail
always knowing the trail
that leads me back
to myself
No longer able to hide
I listen to my guide
where she will lead
where she will follow
#horses
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#tradition
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Clouds
They keep their own
puffy white secrets
to themselves
while they drift so high
in a cryptic sky
each one its own clue
a puzzle piece to fit
a mystery to solve
always leaving me here
deciphering
puffy white secrets
to themselves
while they drift so high
in a cryptic sky
each one its own clue
a puzzle piece to fit
a mystery to solve
always leaving me here
deciphering
#sky
#clouds
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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Verdancy
It is always my favorite color
a dipped brush ever so lush
to splash all over the canvas
of this globetrotting life
Hiking every grassy hill
going where it will
knowing that any way
is the only way to go
Hide in the cooling shade
while I have it made
waiting for the sun to set
or for the sun to rise
Leaving meadows of the mind
somewhere far behind
while I hit the road
remember the forgotten trail
Make a solemn pledge
as I...
a dipped brush ever so lush
to splash all over the canvas
of this globetrotting life
Hiking every grassy hill
going where it will
knowing that any way
is the only way to go
Hide in the cooling shade
while I have it made
waiting for the sun to set
or for the sun to rise
Leaving meadows of the mind
somewhere far behind
while I hit the road
remember the forgotten trail
Make a solemn pledge
as I...
#forest
#spring
#nature
#travel
#SelfDiscovery
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Earthbound
I am truly bound to the Earth
proudly have been since birth
since my parched lips first felt
a thirst for the first snowmelt
While my unclouded clear skies
with all their dubious alibis
help me commit the imperfect crime
using a distraction of brief rhyme
Whispering to the lookout breeze
from my shady hideout in the trees
I again pen my cursive confession
about each ill begotten possession
As I steal another deep breath
just to piss off dear old Death
now remind him how Hotha yoga
has long...
proudly have been since birth
since my parched lips first felt
a thirst for the first snowmelt
While my unclouded clear skies
with all their dubious alibis
help me commit the imperfect crime
using a distraction of brief rhyme
Whispering to the lookout breeze
from my shady hideout in the trees
I again pen my cursive confession
about each ill begotten possession
As I steal another deep breath
just to piss off dear old Death
now remind him how Hotha yoga
has long...
#nature
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#StreamOfConsciousness
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