#naturalbeauty
And when I pressed my fingers to the ground
The soft powdered dirt
The rock still warm from the suns glow
Beneath my fingers
Were the roots of the earth
Tangled
Twisted
A whole new world
Mirrored below
There was life, light
Beneath my hands
The roots of the earth grew
As continuously as my heart beat
Even through the concrete and rock
So powerful
I could still feel it
Nature broke through
Not with trumpets and flags
But with the quiet and gentle unfurling-
Of a new green shoot
The breeze
so tranquil
The breeze to calm an army
The late summer sun
Shining gold against the green and brown
Their leaves gently shook in rythm
Dancing to the oceans subtle song
Never a house been so beautiful
As the one in Spain
My home
The most beautiful
I wondered how anything could be more beautiful than this
Dreaming how the sea may look today
As the black metal vehicle took me away
From the only place I had ever loved
My home forever, that won’t change
-JJ
01/09/25
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC
Butterflies,
With their delicate wings,
Flap laces and blessings of new dreams
And ventures,
Through the silence and murmur of voices.
They show up uninvited—
Not for the vows, not for the ceremony,
Or the reception.
They’re just free, in their own little world,
A good omen of nature’s poetry.
Playing with their cousins,
No longer tied, held hostage in anyone’s stomach,
They flutter through the words
Not bound by expectation or vow.
As small and fragile as they are,
They remember the things we do not—
All the things we act out and rehearse,
And still tend to forget,
They do naturally.
Like crashing a family wedding,
As a simple reminder:
That the best things in life land
Where they will,
No matter if it’s a dress, a car,
A hat, or a heart
Jan 17, 2025
Jan 17, 2025 at 12:38 AM UTC
My young body is impatient.
Restless
a bird
in a gilded cage
that would be at peace
for
if not for cage
there to rattle against
like ribs
creating a fortress
she mistakenly
thinks freedom
is granted
hungry for experience
so that her bones may know her truth.
My old soul is ever-patient with her.
Understanding
the energy and vitality of youth
and its contagion
my old soul waits
needing no one else's company but
her own,
she will wait lifetimes if she must
because, for her, there is only one
other
to wait
for.
She sits behind me
and my pain,
under a beautiful arc of roses
dripping
the colour of blood
watching over,
and watching those
that have failed her test
with
compassionate
knowing eyes.
For she doesn't know
what
he looks like in this life,
but she'll know
when she sees him
she will feel it when they meet
and an entire lifetime
will
be
captured in
the
intensity
of their gaze.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 2:26 PM UTC
I search for him,
he who would take my pain
and carry it as his own
even just for a moment,
so I that I could feel what it is to breathe without this weight on my ribcage.
They walk
through
my gates
through my garden,
and see the ugliness of my pain
holding court in the center,
and would flee in fear
and disgust.
And each time I sat next to
my pain,
holding its hand
and
letting my tears nourish the earth around
its deep roots
that wind through,
because nothing and no one else
dared to go nearer.
I sat, the only company my pain
has ever known
and told it with damp eyes that watch
the abandon,
that they are beautiful
just as they are,
and that men that can't see
beauty
in pain,
are simply boys
playing.
And each time,
my heart bleeds a little less.
And so I sit in wait
with the only real company
I've ever known
and hope for more,
tomorrow.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 2:01 PM UTC
I have looked at sunsets as long as they lasted
the reds and the golds and the pinks of them
the play of light on the edges of clouds
the changing shadows over the land.
I have watched the sea steadily rolling in wave after wave
breaking against the rocks with the energy of distant storms
or gently lapping at softer shores.
I have gazed up at the brilliance
of a black night of stars million upon million
no moon to dim their richness.
I have seen the hidden blues and greens in a slow river of ice.
I have known forests and mountains.
I have known you also and you no less
are part of the universe. I can admire
the changing sky in the colour of your eyes
the moving sea in the curve of your neck
the wonder of an opening rosebud
in the crook of your elbow.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 10:22 AM UTC
To be in love.
Her heart was a hill that I climbed with slippery soles.
To be still in the moments of encouragement.
I'd slide down unable to catch my footing.
I acknowledge that I wasn't dressed for the occasion.
Still persisting to climb.
To be in love.
The valley of dream & hope.
I tied my shoes tighter.
My hands filled with grit and grass.
No matter how hard I tried I constantly slid down.
The sky a beautiful mix of orange and blue.
Her love was a sight I longed to see.
The meadow to low to catch the best view.
Everything she has to offer.
I tossed through mud and dirt.
Learning patience in every attempt, the closer I got.
She'd open her arms wide.
And each time I'll fall face first.
Still determined I didn't cease to stop.
I spent a lot of time there.
Lost in a valley of fog.
To afraid to ask for help.
Scared that my secret valley would no longer be my own.
That everything serene.
Everything that I loved would be modernized, torn apart piece by piece.
No matter how many times I slip.
No matter how many times I fall.
I love everything ,
Still persisting to climb.
Learning patience with each step
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
Then it chirped
for a long time
It spread its wings
and flew away
The squirrel grabbed
and looked at it
Stared for a while
With a deep breath
She took a bite
It seemed delicious
The sweetness drooled
from either sides
and touched the ground
She had no regret
That was so tasty
The bird had a bad day
I swear, by the look
at the squirrel's tiny face
This picture of the wild
enjoying a fruit
Amid the summer heat
I'll never forget
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC
Not another word, it is just beautiful
The little sounds as the bubbles pop
Nano drops shattered on your hand
While the stream flushes down the sea
The beauty of a green meadow
Projected under a morning sun
The aftermath of a lazy rain, bow
You see the clouds form, white and fluffy
When the sun come up, like a good old man
A bright face with his beautiful beard
Where isn't the beauty? Look everywhere
The kitten fondling a woollen ball
When it pokes and runs in its cute way
The magic in their eyes, to find happiness
Resurrect humanity, let's be more joyous
Wake the inner child and see the real world
The beauty is everywhere, in every human
Every creation, every spark of it
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
The coffee I had didn't wake me up
I walked to the door like I'm drunk
With sleepy eyes and lazy hands
Grabbed opened it to a snowy day
I wondered am I still not awake?
Coz the star in the east has just arisen
I rubbed my eyes harder to assure
The sight I'm witnessing is genuine
Who dropped these diamonds here?
The snow on this shrub is sparkling
The rays shot from the rising sun
Has completed its mission too soon
Reflecting the warm light like a prism
It appeared more aesthetic than ever
I shook a stem and the ice sprinkled
Like shining glitters, on my shoes
It touched my toes through the layer
And the cold drifted my dreams away
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC
I hope there's a music playing
To dance along, in this farm yard
I wish everyday was peaceful, wavy
Like the breeze is the choreographer
The lengthy plants dance along
And confess, we will heal your pain
Just look at us, how happy we are
This evening will cherish my mind
By these dancers in the field, so green
I must feel the vastness inside me
Coz everything I worry, has vanished
I feel no more remorse, wasting time-
Here, I could fling into this lovely view
She gets the goosebumps everytime
The wind fondles on her belly, so soft
Must admit the show was enchanting
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 6:00 AM UTC
Without the warm wind
When will you reach the core?
How will you spread a smile?
I'm here grasping images
Concluding lines to this poem
Adding sensations, it's her
The beauty you won't forget
Get some time, spend them here
While I wondered however
Happiness flows blowing minds
Whenever I see violence
When people act fool with it
This landscape presents peace
Inhale the freedom, fly with her
Racing rivers, waterfalls
The complete silence afterward
From here, I hear roars, tarzans
Howls, entertained by this view
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
She is a landscape
Her eyes, filled with lakes
Her body is the rolling hills
Her hair, the grass and leaves
Her voice is the brush of wind
Her eyes, the dirt of flowerbeds
She is a landscape
But all she sees is destruction
She sees the pollution in the lakes
The bumps in the hills
The dying leaves of fall
The plainness of dirt
The sadness in the birds call
We look upon her
And see the beautiful landscape
But alas, her eyes are the dirt
And cannot see
What beauty is built around it.
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
people say
that magic is a great thing
something so rarely seen
it isn't known to exist.
however, I disagree.
magic is everywhere
it is seen in everything.
the dew glazed over the grass
the bright sunrise against a dying sky
waterfalls cascading down over rocks
the gentle breeze blowing a forest full of trees
the ocean roaring against a sandy beach
mountains bright against the sky.
there is magic in EVERYTHING .
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC