Thunder calls
Soothes, instantly.
I feel
What I cannot see.
Silence explains
Everything.
Nature sighs,
Humanness remains.
I watch lightning
Seek me
Through the trees,
And sense you
Leaving,
Light ceasing
To reach me.
Tag Archives: Nature
She Thrives
Fringe encompasses
Pristine empyreal queen
Gem interior
Confidante
Sometimes
When I’m outside,
Away
From who sleeps
Inside,
Night air, comforting,
I escape myself
Duties, responsibilities,
What keeps me
Level. Grounded.
Her Morning Hymn
Bright morning sun, arouses
Crisp air will cautiously linger
Focus on all that is forgiven
A verdant rebirth for dreamers
I Am Near
Longing for your presence,
The wind, stoic, yet
Calming, guards
While I look above me tonight.
A waterfall cascading, offers
A mysterious companionship
from just beyond my sight,
As I consider which luminous star
Was created for me.
Bleeding Heart
I’ve noticed your attempt at
Subtle vocabulary,
To encourage
Without
Allowing me to fall.
You’re too late,
This has always been
What I do best.
Timing
There’s a presence
I see it, even if from afar
I sense the urge to discern
Or is it mine?
My words stumbling, brain unsure
Do I fall in completely, because
That’s what I do, or
Stay in the quiet
Where I’m comfortable, pure.
Lungs, I beg, shout
My head likely to explode, if
My lips don’t leak
Upon paper, or find shelter
Within his clothes.
Something Beautiful
our eyes never meet
our minds connect simultaneously
our bodies fight off retreat
because its eerie
and then,
here we are together,
something beautiful
Wonder Still Exists
functions transposed
believability a mystery
hidden, as intended
wonder still exists
pressure lingers
faith’s instigator
yet, vastness continues
discovery imperative
Fading Into Normal
If I could wrap
Sea breeze around you
Sweep feathered flowers
Upon your cheek
Offer your hand mine, to hold,
Albeit bashfully,
Then I would.
Maybe it would be
The start of
You,
Someone complete
March Delivers
Shivers promoting
Springtime with an opinion
Nature amazes
***
Came home for lunch today and I’m freezing cold. It’s raining again.
I looked out my kitchen window and was inspired by the shadow my enormous tree had created on the concrete. Not sure my words reflect the object by any means, but I felt compelled to share.
Either way, I believe this picture will inspire another poem soon enough because I’m drawn to it. Maybe you are, too.
It’s a gloomy day, yet I’m perky, which doesn’t always pair with the rain. Maybe it’s time to dance…
Back to work.. ♡
Her Morning Melody
Robin Redbreast, sing
Carol the streets
Announce our day.
My window is closed,
Yet she comes beyond
Glass, shades and shutters
To encourage flight
Not once noticing
I haven’t the wings
Required.
But how do I say no
When all I want
Is to fly.
Letting Go
Worry sets the evening sun
But so does peace,
And it’s always easier to watch
Within Me
Pristine nightfall ends
Even before my dawning
The want is there, love
Reality
There, if you listen surely
You will hear a siren’s song for mercy
The tone as mesmerizing as she is
It will cause you to question this reality
Her reality, and
The reality of those who do not hear her.
You’ll wonder
Who is the chosen one?
He who hears, understands the song and watches over her,
Or the others who are blessed with the ability to move along, oblivious?
Might it be them.
No battle sworn into, not fated through the sea, nor deprived of who she really is…
For eternity.
Mentor
Untied to what caused me
To go beyond what I believed,
Past what I stood for
Lost sight for the trees.
I hurt you, but you caused pain first.
You lead me towards evil opportunity,
In the end, I was who I wasn’t,
You knew better, yet allowed me.
As The Wind Blows
Attention seeker…
Yes, you, Wind!
Am I too close?
Push me away,
Or slam against me;
I need to feel: here.
Amends
You’re always right.
Not usually.
Our day over yet?
What do you think?
Stop… just tell me.
Not tonight.
Okay, fine.
I miss you.
I was right over there.
I saw you.
I figured.
Do I get an explanation?
Negative.
Will I ever?
Sit with me.
Searching For What Isn’t There
sometimes I count each word
other times it’s the syllables
there are days I mark possibilities
i’ve even measured the outcome
wasted, unnoticed attempts
of a woman grasping at straws
the neon ones, not the bendy.
strange. even I would have bet on the curvy one
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