Dec 2, 2013

we promised each
other a




so we mowed
the dirt


Jim Kleinhenz
Feb 27, 2012

The way the world sways. Every leaf left
in place, its stance chiseled to each blade,
an iteration of time; each tassel of seeds,
thy bread, thy handmaiden;
as breath on the brink of disappearance,
becomes a wave become water; proportions so
large so as to stagger the seasons—
one winter questioning another.

We listen. We listen as if musical crabs are tracing a
giant sine wave across the dark mud flats.
We watch it as if a rotted rowboat, its oars like two hands
at prayer, is signaling a gesture
of permanence towards the sky. The grass
has turned from gray to blue to green.
The tide washes in. A bell is rung.
It’s as if the merry-go-round has turned it’s calliope on.
What Lao-tse has said is true.
The earth is a bellows. Use it.
The grasslands bellow and glow.

©Jim Kleinhenz

May 7, 2016

I dreamt about us the other day
In days of green down at the bay
I saw you
And I missed you

I dreamt of night looking at the stars
While hummingbirds wept away their scars
You smiled at me
And I whisked you

I dreamt about us the other day
In days of red above our heads
And the sky poured with silky rays
While you laughed along
To the silent songs
I whispered

I saw you
And I missed you
You smiled at me
And I whisked you

#love   #sun   #away   #song   #laugh   #grassland  
Apr 15, 2014

A grass land was there,
Birds use to dance around,
Their song echoed around,
Snake use to wonder around!
A grass land was there,
Porcupine, Rabbits, Pangolin........
Tidy around!
A grass land was there,
Raindrop meanders around!
Now only building and terraces are here!
Car and two wheeler running around!
Noise of human voice and machine thunderous around!
People use to say, everything is developing... in and around!

Still I am searching around
The elegant
Birds, their song,
The gorgeous
Snake, their beautiful scroll,
The Splendid raindrop on grass!
Still I am belligerent,  
Powerless to remove my childhood memories!
Still searching..........
The grass land....

In the town where I was brought up, a grass land was there, that was our wonder land, now everything replaced by human settlement
#poem   #memories   #lost   #of   #snake   #wonder   #song   #birds   #childhood   #bird   #land   #grassland   #scroll   #meandering   #raindrop  

Rainy days return with silver light the smell of fresh earth and buds dancing on the wavy breeze .a sight to hold for a attribute is more bountiful for what I see in thee

Feb 16

Without goodbye they sometimes walk
A waistcoat on a railroad fork
A lady with a straw hat in a fucking field
We give it all and gladly yield
And then a lifeline as we share it might be over
The perfect polka dot faces come and go
In and out of our jagged draw letters
Lovers and leftovers forgotten on a sea of sighs
Sometimes you recollect the features On their stolen skies
Other times they are a changing in and out of flight
And other times it's just a feeling that you shared
A sobremesa afternoon, a laugh, a kiss, a fight, someone who cared
The city is a stage on closing night and fate is the curtain
Some of them are taken by the road to keep on acting
And others sit behind a cracked laughing mirror
and powder their loss in the comfortable numbness of the afterglass
Our love can last forever or it can disappear in a rectangle of smoke
Dreams bring them back and haunt us with their aces  
That are trapped inside ourselves somewhere like cold cases
All these friends that step into you shallow
Just to dry themselves of all their liquid
Walk away and just look back when youve already sunk
Sometimes we see them for a final time but never know it
But we are still a part of everyone we ever meet
Other times we cannot bring ourselves to break the last embrace
We are A product of every word and every moment that we have ever shared
A tradfuc heart that's kept alive by other people's blood

And grassland ...
Ramin Ara
Ramin Ara
Sep 10, 2016

There are many meanings
Hidden in every flower
And grassland ...

in that foraging phase on the grassland
Nov 14, 2012

the intricate cerebral architecture
and arboreal locomotion

our remote ancestors canopy living
primates with an advanced repertoire

descending from the canopy
and into the grasslands  

into the electronic global village
thinking, striving, breathing

in that foraging phase on the grassland
we caught a scent on the air

look where we are now.

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular. - Aristotle
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