Wild is the wind ... rendered breathless by nature

Apr 2016

A Lopez

Cloaked by
Red-cherry
Lipstick and
A smell of
Lilac and
R
O
S
E
S--- A beating <3 of
Syrupy rain and vanilla
Focus-
My drops fall through
The thundering clouds
Drop
B
Y
Drip.
circadian in sugary
Abyss.
To the ascending fields
On sugar Lane.

Apr 2016

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

Morning Spectacle

To be privy to the language of
the trees , akin to the honey laced
backcountry , awash in the curative
morning dew
Knowledge of every young drop of rain ,
every newborn seedling ..
Master of the woodland trigonometry ,
songbird musicology
Raptor shadow figures circling 'neath
nimbus billowing blankets , technicolor
grasses , earthen molasses

Apr 2016

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

Three Thrushes

Chitter , chatter chirrup
Three birds of a feather
A friendly chummy posy -
in perfect morning tide pleasure
Trilling , thrilling , touring Thrush's in the noon palmettos
Chiming sweet refrains in the -
broomcorn meadow
Musky , dusky weary
Gold songsters in a bush
A huckleberry trio in the-
nighttime hush

Mar 2016

Pradip Chattopadhyay

On the Rotwood Bridge

When the dusts settle from the last wheel
and the sickle moon stoops on the bamboo grove
the dead rise in the whispers of the southern breeze.

You may hear them splashing the canal's water
beneath the hazed halo of one quarter
by nocturne music of barn owl and crickets
in lights of glowworms from darkest thickets.

If you stop on the Rotwood Bridge
can hear them sing in gay abandon
though we're now all dead old spirits
the night can't make us anymore forlorn.

The twin moon may from the ripples broken
beckon you and if your spirit awakens
take a plunge for a joyous down go
amid cheers from the watery hollow.

Mar 2016

A Lopez

You are all,my inspiring muses

Crazy
Wild and free,
Climbing the earth
In nature's tree.
Sipping the suds
From bubbly seas.
Creating love
Out of detestation's
Seethe. Scribbling
Quick the words
I know, I am the
Poet
You seek
To know.
My vibes you
Take in, from them
You grow, from you
I glow, because you
Are all
My inspiring
Muses.

Mar 2016

Torin

duality of water

Water be calm
Water be still
Water be beautiful
Let it be my greatest example
Tranquility in a world of chaos
A reflecting pool
Where by day
The colors of the world are seen
In a much more beautiful way
And by night
Its shining constellations

Water be wicked
Water be wild
Water be raging rapids
My greatest example of passion
A hundred foot plunge in the mountains
My waterfall
When by day
The water reflects the light
And I see rainbows
And by night
The sound I can see is my meditation

Mar 2016

Saphire

Caged bird

A bird in the cage, try to free herself,
screaming but to the ears, melody of her life.
Writhing for liberty, every wish echoing loud,
flutter fervently to break the iron bars !

In those little eyes, she dreams of
bathing in the golden rays, being wild and free.
Flapping her wings, spinning and tossing,
dancing with the wind and soaring to the endless sky.

But trapped inside the cage,
with those tied legs and crippled wings,
and the screams of her agony,
melancholy, we listen as sweet melody.

All the fools, fail to understand,
for her wings are meant to fly !

Mar 2016

Frank Russell

Resuscitate

This woodland
differs by lack of
Nothing.

Backward on the road
lies the stifling Void -
granted safe haven
behind complex cosmetics -
crass trivialities -
and labeled
"the real world."

Here, in the forest,
there is only
Incorruption.

No effort
is required
to breathe.

- fr

Mar 2016

SøułSurvivør

arroyo

-

my
face
is a
mud
flat
cracking
in the
lines
around
my
eyes

my
eyeballs
are
dusty
and
my
forehead
is a
boulder
defeated
by the
Sun

whole
craggy
mountain
ranges
inhabit
my
cheeks

and
my
mind
is a
patch
of
beavertail
cactus
scrubby
as
tumbleweed
in
a

barbed

wire

fence

#depression #life #desert #masks

Mar 2016

Got Guanxi

wild apples

The Wild apples grew until they smelt like roses,
A cerebral taste and touch of natures grain,
Familiar to the wild plains that, could only be explained
by the taste of sweetness succinct and personified.
So luscious,
trust us;
lost in strawberry fields and blackberry bushes,
to find our way across the plains underneath the sweet sun,
melting shoulder blades
and boulders reflect the essence of the day in the mountains.

In the mountains clouds hide like scarves around the summits,
and below,
there's an undergrowth where we were exposed.
We went toe to toe in those fields of daffodils and tulips trust.
Our lips touched for the first time as our thirst was quenched in sweat drenched alpine waters.
We dove into the abyss,
a near miss in shallow waters.
As we emerged fresh,
We plant seeds for our sons and daughters to find the roots where we grew together.

"This could last forever"

But it never did
and it never does.

feedback welcome x

#love #future #hope #nature #beauty #children

Mar 2016

Sjr1000

The 4 Trees

Walking miles
on a
desolate beach
never losing
my path back
to the highway
home,
inside
I know

My eyes
will once again find
the healing white light
the beacon
of
The 4 Trees
guiding me
to the long
highway
home.

Along the way
losing sight
of
them all

There is confusion
fear and trepidation
feeling like a child
waiting in front of a
movie theater
for their mother to come
watching cars
counting trees

And of where I am
And of where I am going
Somewhere along these dunes

Familiarity will
set back in
focus will find
the 4 Trees
quaking in the salty breeze

The ocean is rough
storms blowing on through
calling
beckoning
with each frozen wave
the end of all issues

Sometimes looking out
Sometimes looking in
writing in the sand
knowing the tide
is coming in
erasing all.

The landscape always changing
Easy to become so lost
And tho
the landmarks will decompose
and fade

The 4 Trees
for today mark the way

Easy to miss
along the forest
Panic
a breath away

The phantom captain
the voice within
reassures
not lost
just misplaced
our spot on the map

The spirit guides
the dance
in a spot of the healing
light
the rustling sounds
of the 4 Trees
guiding me
back to the highway.

The picture of the real 4 Trees on my homepage. Easy to get lost out there.
"The phantom captain", a description I first heard from Buckminister Fuller, many years ago.