HAVE you seen the beauty-birth?
A nature-thing that smells baby
A feathered soul thin bone
A gentle blade of green soul
I kiss the soul of that One
:: 07-20-2014 ::
Category Archives: Nature
THAT ONE
A HUNDRED POEMS – 088
The wet wintry snowy day
broken foot-ice crack
said to me in dire vocal
syllabic horror —
“tread softly upon my
frozen heart dear sole
lest ye mark my beauty”
I crawled across her
that grand expanse of snow
beneath a lake of water
where ice separates
air from life-giver
and she — the lover
kissed my soul
:: 07-17-2014 ::
SPARROW ARROWS AIM TRUE
i hear the squeaky oil engine of life
a nature-machine of thin-throat
that feathered soul upon a tree
she beat-notes my heart today
eye beads of soul beyond know
there, that branch she grips
a heart of heat and love
sing my angel-tiny-one
a tickle-note nickel throw
upon the silver heart cup
her song kisses my lips
and falls into my heart
The weather was grand
today I see blue
and placed my tiny soul
within her Sparrow nest
:: 07-17-2014 ::
A CLEANSING RAIN
Oh! here within the rain
a nature bath upon my soul!
Awash away of daily grit
within the soothing day
i hear applause within the wet
splish-splashing tears that fall
And now the crusted crown
of yellow gold reveals itself
and freshest air minus applause!
:: 06-23-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 071
Does the wind weep
at missed opportunity?
Never contemplated —
less seen —
it knocks an entrance
upon nature’s door
a friendly visit upon
life’s shores
:: 06-12-2014 ::
A HUNDRED POEMS – 066
I think today
I broke a word
in my ignorance
I did the deed
within my garden
I stabbed with spade
upon a letter within
damp soil lay the bee
in my haste I slay she
and shouted in thunder
‘Oh! It cannot BEE!’
:: 06-02-2014 ::
IF I WERE BORN
IF I were a bird and born
with no feathered wings
our skies would give me love
and the gentle rains
should cleanse my eyes
If I were born that beating heart
within my soul I’d find my wings
and my tiny-throat trilled songs
would lift my soul and there I’d fly!
:: 05-22-2014 ::
A QUIET THING
What quiet thing that hugged me
today the wind barely touched
a tender sky tear-drop eye
my pillow the lazy grasslands
a blanket tender cloud untouched
:: 05-22-2014 ::
MIGHTY ONE!
mighty one!
your gaze, a burn
which spread across
all hidden things —
bring to light
great and small!
what grand warmth
such unbearable hug
each day I kiss the sun!
:: 05-05-2014 ::
THE PRIDE
Menagerie — my love
so wild and feral
an exhibition for all
my society — nature
not one born of fear
the beast is true dear
My teeth nibble your ear
and paws, one on your back
the other beneath jaw
Your pelt — African Sahara
I smell and dream of kings
your pride my joy dear
my joy a wet tongue
upon your majestic face
The orange God falls
across the edge of land
we watch together
growl, lick, kiss
nibble, scratch
blissful existence
:: 04-13-2014 :
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