#nautre
If I succumb to the current
of the raging river
would it take me home?
If I let it wash away my tears
would it cease my restless wandering--
when endlessly I roam?
Could I ever hope to drown in
stormy depths?
When I claw and I poke
at things I wont accept?
So I plunge in
awaiting the beasts that shall pull me under
Split me apart
pick me clean
and tear me asunder.
-Esther L. Krenzin-
-Roguesong-
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 3:06 PM UTC
dragon fly with silver wings
see my soul and show me things.
in my heart and to his ear
sentient wisdom of love's nature.
song and wine have been for naught;
I have given all I've got.
a kindly deed and soft caress
the moonlight and the sun confess.
the wind can take you dragon fly
far past the reaches of my eye
to tell me if he thinks of me
in moments of serenity.
if I see your wings again
I shall know I have a friend.
though space and time we can not share
I will understand it, fair.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
on silver she flies
this delicate
mother-of-pearls
moon adrift
during the daylight
she's luminous
like snow atop
auburn branches
or like pale petals
from the sky
an ethereal
daydream
fluttering
on a
warm breeze
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
Through night’s body, day breaks –
a wheelbarrow of dreams transformed
to a pile of thoughts.
I want dawn’s gray curtains hung
upon high floods of air,
the pizzicato voice of tiny
brown birds replaced by
the shameless, noisy gull.
I want to wallow in the clumsy
freedom of steamy clouds
caressing waves, as you
touched me, so elegantly,
like the wings of the moth.
I want to paint away sorrow
with the green furze of spring.
I want the fresh wind but
also its still, breathless
moments.
I want to take part in
the year’s re-birth and
create you all over again.
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 4:55 AM UTC