Post by brosephargh on May 30, 2011 20:02:48 GMT -5
The Garden
Raindrops like tsunamis
erode canyons in our earth;
we sway, bend, bow to Light Giver.
After the rainstorm ends
our roots absorb Life Liquid;
our petals slowly shine shine shine.
The Spider and the Butterfly
emerge from their hidden home;
Weaving webs of green and new life
and fluttering up, away;
Light Giver breaks forth, shattering
clouds as her face peers through the carnage;
Our stems wave, our petals shake
because the winds embrace our bodies;
we are not alone.
we are those who pepper the mountainside
and feed the beasts who circle around us;
we grow and pollinate, with time to bide
before the Cold Time will kill us.
we live together, amongst the Garden
turning our faces to the sky;
day after day we beg your pardon
before we are picked and die.
Song of Silence
From far away I can hear you
As the full moon rides on Her journey
Across a gossamer sky
A soft, wild wind surrounds me
Calls to me
Beckons me
to come and play awhile
There are secrets in the air that only Those who listen know
A wind filled with silent communication
This wind holds echoes
Of little girl giggles
And grown men’s laughter
And the deep, rich silence
That takes a lifetime to build.
Like Bars
friends make lines (bars)
between
one – two – three five
but four;
if I wanted four as
unattainable goals
(including those unseen)
I could cut, scissor, slash
apart (bars)
but bars don’t break;
bars melt like molten
words
and I’m left behind
(bars)
where four is
unattainable.
These are just a few of my pieces that I've written...thoughts? Critique? Anything is welcome
Raindrops like tsunamis
erode canyons in our earth;
we sway, bend, bow to Light Giver.
After the rainstorm ends
our roots absorb Life Liquid;
our petals slowly shine shine shine.
The Spider and the Butterfly
emerge from their hidden home;
Weaving webs of green and new life
and fluttering up, away;
Light Giver breaks forth, shattering
clouds as her face peers through the carnage;
Our stems wave, our petals shake
because the winds embrace our bodies;
we are not alone.
we are those who pepper the mountainside
and feed the beasts who circle around us;
we grow and pollinate, with time to bide
before the Cold Time will kill us.
we live together, amongst the Garden
turning our faces to the sky;
day after day we beg your pardon
before we are picked and die.
Song of Silence
From far away I can hear you
As the full moon rides on Her journey
Across a gossamer sky
A soft, wild wind surrounds me
Calls to me
Beckons me
to come and play awhile
There are secrets in the air that only Those who listen know
A wind filled with silent communication
This wind holds echoes
Of little girl giggles
And grown men’s laughter
And the deep, rich silence
That takes a lifetime to build.
Like Bars
friends make lines (bars)
between
one – two – three five
but four;
if I wanted four as
unattainable goals
(including those unseen)
I could cut, scissor, slash
apart (bars)
but bars don’t break;
bars melt like molten
words
and I’m left behind
(bars)
where four is
unattainable.
These are just a few of my pieces that I've written...thoughts? Critique? Anything is welcome
