that sound alone
"shhhhh.....shissssssh" "be quiet"...whispered "Can you hear that?" . . "What is that sound?" Is it far...a faraway train whistle lonesome from song of mainline? Is it the soft ting of the tea kettle cooling on the stove, bending it
For we are Legion
Just a realistic viewpoint!!
Voyage to Sea
Inspired by a recent trip to Cape Cod
African Spring
This is my memory of what Spring is like back home. Enjoy. xx
Seasons of hindsight
Its been awhile:) life does have wonderful turns. So cool, deep, to read many words weaved, from all writers, in the Poetry Forum. I love Nature, the seasons shifting
momentum
playing' for change turn on a dime inna New York minute the blinked eye Fates heaven sent this turn of events gain the momentum angels sent 'em tide is turning elation or angst dare we dream not what it seems level suddenly ti
Katla (Icelandic Volcano)
Kettle - English translation of Katla Hekla was descibed by Jules Verneis as the gateway to hell The volcano at Eyjafjallajökull is the younger sibling and often precedes an eruption of Katla Katla erupts every 40-80 years, it's last eruption was in 1918. It usually erupts 6 to 18 months after the volcano at Eyjafjallajökull. You do the math.
monkey dreams
there's a monkey on my bed jumping from corner to corner squirreling away all my dreams some unpassported foreigner this prehensile tale could wait until the daylight instead, I light the lamp and scratch the pad tonight fumbling glasses,
let's do it
with thanks, (and sincere apologies) to Cole Porter
482 trillion miles
482,047,280,601,006 to be more precise
Chipmunk Philosopher
Anthropomorphism is quite entertaining.
Sea-sickness
It must be sea-sickness. Her stomach is stir up; it growls louder, and louder. She coughs up high surges and spits on humanity. Yes, the great one is sad; bluer she gets, as the days go by. Civilization sucks …. oil from straws passing
The Rainbow Dance
Inspired by a rainbow
Lulu's Cow Has a Calf (A Girl Calf)
The grass, just about dry, is canary, clothed in evening sun, now sinking beyond the colorful portrait, canvassed on nature’s abundant spread; a brilliant form, painted by fall’s seasoned fingers. The cool breeze funnels through valleys c
Now Resting in the Earth Again
Scenes from spring planting in the fields
A Sandy Bank to Dream
Nature abstract.
Winter blues
Did I mention I don't like winter.
Call of the River
my love of the river and forests
Aftermath
Who knows....
Destiny Uknown
Laying on the lawn Looking up at the blue Pillows of clouds drifting Lazily with hue White an fluffy With tinges of grey Flying solo Or within the fray Filtering sun As they pass Creating shadows That do not last Uniquely formed Or rath
ocean in the sky
clouds defying gravity should be one of the lifes mysteries, i think. all clouds are is evaporated water. so technically it's an ocean in the sky.
"A Palm Tree"
I love Palm Trees. I had a picture of two Palm Trees and that's where I got the idea and inspiration to write this.
A Mottled Blur of Green and Gray
Glimpses of the wet New England World....It's amazing how these two colors blend on a rainy day.
The Wind [p2]
beauty an the beast.....
Eagle Eye
i penned this after watching hawks falcons kites an also an eagle feeding on moths that were getting scared out of there hiding ground at work yesterday
Water
Written 4-13-11 It`s a never-ending cycle, in streams and creeks and brooks, traveling to lakes, to oceans Falling from the sky to fill streams and creeks and brooks, but along the way it visits family, forms in dreams, and talks far too much.
Winter's Last Stand
The stained and matted forest floor and leafless trees of the Northern Forest begs this description.
I call her ‘my angel’…
The above is a composite of my six daughters…
transposition
turnabout is fair play, they say or, to turn it around another way some plan A falls through to plan B results often depend on the conferee one man's pleasure is another man's pain one is satisfied, while others complain couplets and crum
Tiny Blue Planet..
Tiny blue planet spinning in space Weep thou for us This human race In silence so vast We journey through time In war and hate This cosmic crime The palace of understanding We have not found Our septer is pride
The Fall
As the chilling rain washes away The last of the summer heat The intensity of which wilts An finally becomes discreet Light westerlies they blow An bring with them the cool Scattering the seeds of life Through the encumbent mule Leaves t
The Stars (Shape)
A request
The Moon (Shape)
In the poem Völuspá, a dead völva recounts the history of the universe and foretells the future to the disguised god Odin. Hjúki and Bil are the children of Máni and together they are the three phases of the moon in Icelandic and Norsk mythology. I had forgotten this story which I read as a child until I started writing this poem. If this post badly like i suspect it might, it is suppose to be a crescent moon.
First Flower of Spring
In shallow depth of darkness stirs b‘neath brown earth uncovered of winter’s snow A thawing slowly gives birth sips of life to the rested and swollen fleshy dearth just below the surface so patient for this day having won a race in time
Cold Winter’s Brush
A cold winter night splits a moonbeam light and etches on a window-pane a pattern of frost to rival any artist’s brush a sketch to paint so agleam. A pattern so delights On canvas versus glass Nature’s hand is seen.
human nature
hmmmmm.....
Simplicity
Salty mists an ocean sunrise Filtering blooms of orange an red Heavy raindrops glistening,reflecting hues Through the silk of a spiders web Bristling breeze through golden palms Bending with reason Mirrored waters isolated stillness Creating
The Magnet
Standing majestic standing proud The illumenence of your profile standing out aloud Your mood it changes all the time With it colours that define Through the poorest journey you will find A rich ending an peace of mind For your ever prese
Welcome Me! Welcome Me!
Where comes that shy wood anemone poking its little white blossom out beneath a brown forest floor of crumpled leaves galore saying to all the world, “Welcome Me! Welcome me!”
Seeds and Souls
Our days in life are like a tree with so many seeds sown upon the tips of so many branches and when the warm sun come they will open and all will fly away in the wind and scatter back to the ground.
Beat Fast Your Little Wings
Beat fast your little wings why we wait your arrival and all that you bring and sing on changing gales of spring! Who’s content for your revival? Listening to your competition calling away your love with all of his composition. So build fa
Winter Tracks
Snow against white sky lasting to infinity casting grayer shadows over covered fields make burrowing out of sight some creatures on edge of pine forest go to sleep and escape the winter. Little tracks like pencil dots leading to empty sp