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Down in sludgy footprints
ants built their colonies
once mud has hardened
& cracks go further
in the ground like
explorers in lost caves.
There's mystery
under-ground
deepest seas.....
turbulent waves
will prevent
the findings
of ancient
cities,
like the tunnels
well truly
buried
under our feet.
Words transformed into her vast ocean as she set sail.
She swam in a sea of exploration and information, filling her sails with a hungry mind.
Casting her net about in an effort to obtain more knowledge and understanding, driven by the pure joy of learning.
Before long, fresh horizons emerged,
begging to be explored.
More oceans and seas awaited, just beyond the shore.
Words and expression tugged at her imagination, leading her to unchartered destinations.

-Rhia Clay
neth jones Jul 18
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do you feel it ?                                                 
like an empty unhaunted room                    
      with the night fooled
                                 it's curtains drawn ?
like a forrest                                                      
   ­       extinguished of creature sound ?
   do i feel like my child feels                               
                      like when he is sad or neutral
      or pondering the number of his age  (5)
or figuring how to tell us he broke a thing 
or to brag                                                    
      about his new favourite discovery ?

do i feel as nature                                          
                ( for surely that is unavoidable ) ?
or like a forgotten astronaut                            
                           ­                       (later  to be noted in song) ?                     
               whatever i feel                                                             ­   
            it's some kind of exploratory action
that's always the way, isn't it ?                        
                                       ­           a 'goddy' thing

i feel like i'd rather not feel                             
               i know fear explored provides reward    
     but i habitually drivel information                    
    and check in   inflamed   on habit patterns
29/06/25 - earlier version
Kvothe Jul 15
A light
is struck
in highland heights,
and the vista
***** in
whispy smoke.
Tire-track clouds
distort, tickled
by the fleet
embrace of
such a
fickle vapour.
I pollute
clean air,
and lungs,
with my crime.
But
at the cusp
of mountain
and mist
I contemplate
home,
and how
I do not
miss it.
Not a bit.
My tongue
and senses sear,
and I,
at least,
am unclouded.
On smoking a cigarette up a mountain
BloodOfSaints Jun 22
I smile like stained glass-
fractured, lit from behind,
but never whole.

No one hears the weeping
that happens beneath the bone.
It’s quieter that way.
Weeping Angel
Zywa May 23
All my space travels

are tragic, going so far --


and getting nowhere.
Poem "Testpiloot" ("Test pilot", 2012, Ingmar Heytze)

Collection "Stream"
silvervi Apr 28
Just watching to see
Just coming to breath
Just listening to be
Just living to explore
What is behind that shore?
Each moment brand-new
For me and for you
All roadmaps abondoned
I am on my own
Being guided by NOW
Seeing what's gonna show.
minisha Apr 27
Rain drops' lullabies carve serenity
and slither through the canopies,
while the world is garbed in melancholia,
souls are drifted by nostalgia.
The droplets ballet on the soil,
as souls wander in turmoil,
drowning down the lane of memories,
chasing a mirage where photographs don't crease.
My love for you  
is pure and true,  
a feeling that resides in my heart,  
without expectations or demands.  

I wish for your happiness,  
pray for your peace,  
and hope for your well-being,  
in every moment.  

I strive to become better,  
to be patient and strong,  
to support you from afar,  
with respect and dignity.  

This love guides me,  
to remain honest and sincere,  
to honor you with care,  
and to stay within the bounds of faith.
silvervi Jan 24
Just experience.
Experience what's in front of you.
See it. Feel it. Smell it. Hear it. Touch it. Taste it. No judgement. Pure exploration.
Reminder for myself to focus on the now instead of the interpretation of the now.
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