#springs
has another spring passed
or is this just
the beginning
of the same year
as the last?
I knocked on the door
of my own house.
strange, isn’t it?
why would I knock
on the door
of my own home?
I promised myself I’d leave,
but the door opens
with a small leap —
a young face,
short chestnut hair,
long lashes —
beautiful, right?
brown eyes,
the scent of coffee.
the eyes that cannot see
each other
still look.
she is no one else.
she is me.
you may call her
my younger version.
I will call her
twenty-five.
Happy birthday, 25.
With love,
24.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 5:31 PM UTC
It's only bi-sexuality,
Who gives a ****
It's consensual sexuality
Between loving partners.
It ***** being on the cusp
Of any one lean,
But so much worse
Being truly in-between.
It's not indecision,
Not confusion.
That's what's so perplexing
To any outside party.
Not that
It's any easier internally.
For I understand myself
And am comfortable with me,
But it's
Just the nature of society.
Nature of our philosophies,
Nature of our identities.
I'm just a product of nature.
We're all
Royal plains for an ***
We're all
Noble springs *******
I'm just a lover of nature.
If I seem to be having a laugh,
That's not a point you're missing.
But if you can't sense the sadness
It's cause they're kissing.
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 1:28 PM UTC
the flowers that grow on the trees
look like
muted explosions
but not malicious enough to hurt the eye
the flowers are so tender and soft
and all i can see is nature's true beauty
as the gentle breeze animates the trees
we're standing in my driveway
and it's a vivid spring day
pastel tones tones
swaying lightly in the wind
their sweet fragrance is
only noticeable if you are close
close enough to disregard
the fact that you have allergies and asthma and should
not inhale pollen...
close enough that when you reach out and
touch the branch the impossibly small petals
break free and fall slowly to the ground. . .
close enough that i watch as the petals brush your face
and you are,
for the minute,
at peace.
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 4:15 PM UTC
Dry ****
by Michael R. Burch
You came to me as rain breaks on the desert
when every flower springs to life at once,
but joy’s a wan illusion to the expert:
the Bedouin has learned how not to want.
Keywords/Tags: Water, rain, desert, oasis, flower, joy, life, illusion, Bedouin, expert, oasis, mirage
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 3:54 AM UTC
As the girl wondering
Away for her mother
Lured not by evil
But by the beauty
Of the spring blossoms.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
Nature sees what nature sees,
And nature does what nature does.
Minds believe in memories
And sometimes hearts believe in love.
When hearts and minds do both agree,
Conceived are dreams converged as one,
But love of life and logic leaves
Our livelihoods left out of luck.
Deceived are these who dream of things
Composed of money, grease, and blood:
Mechanical beings, with cogs and springs,
Like clockwork do this planet run.
In tightened shifts, devices click,
And slowly start to smog the sun,
But smoke and fog made synthetically,
How many does this bother? None.
Machines, you see, they do not breathe
The air they leave beneath for us.
They call this craft their politics,
And leave us here to pay in blood.
One by one, by one, we wonder,
Where the humans lost their love.
When will men begin to see
What nature sees how nature does?
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
*warm rocky outcrops
lead to hot springs below
a pleasant respite*
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 1:00 PM UTC
This dark twilight world of crystal clear
Envisioned skies, stars shimmering in the
Limelight of the Milky Ways crest,
Where worlds collide and whole stars reborn
Again like phoenix rising from the ashes...
You found me
*In the back of a pickup truck making out?
No. That isn't what love is about.*
*In the alley way shooting up?
OF COURSE NOT, quite evil enough.*
*In some boring business meeting where
Nature is an abomination, even an evil?
Never could I imagine...*
In an exotic tropic region, near the glistening springs,
Hills green and gleaming flowers still fresh with dew...
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC
i, a textilian*,
politely clambered up the faces of mountains
as the valley revealed herself to me
her ready desert face, waiting
to be devoured by ravenous, wandering eyes
the nape of her neck, her chest, her thighs,
slowly~ and all at once
but i, the textilian, drowsily slipped under soft shade
it was only a brook but, it felt like a wave
and the deep creek carries me away,
then brings me back, to this sacred place....
it is nice to wake up to the sun
in your face
until slowly, and all at once, i was awake
and my clothes were on the ground
letting sweet redemption crawl back into my pores
beneath that sky, between those rocks
giving my self away
no mystery, just us three
just hello
hence i, the ex-textilian,
like a newly-molted reptilian
more like an undressed chameleon
in all my ecstatic toughness and alcoholic delirium
have learned more about what it is to be naked
than i've known since i was born
slowly~ and all once
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC
In a hollow off the main road
sits a village that time forgot
Where things flow, a little slow
and peace of mind need not be bought
The main street beckons all to see
how life ebbed and flowed in the past
Where smiles abound, the happy sound
of a life not metered nor fast
There you'll find the town Silversmith
making jewelry in a forge
The coffeehouse, echos of Strauss
a trodden path out to the gorge
It is home to the Glen Helen
part of a thousand acre woods
Steering the helm, coin of the realm
are the fruits of the craftsman's goods
There by the Antioch College
we spent a good deal of our youth
Climbing the trees, skinning our knees
among beauty we knew as truth
You might just see children playing
Hide and Seek throughout the street
Where "all yee all yee in come free"
sings of a melody so sweet
So should you find that your bones ache
from the pains of life you endure
Take a stroll, over the knoll
to the little town with the cure
Tate
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
Butterfly Wings and
Bed Springs
Rollercoaster Rides and
Sea Tides
Music's playing and
Jumpers fraying
All the Queens and Kings and
All these little things
The kingdom of the brave!
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
You've made the waves move
and time too
Replacing the rivers with springs
Where sweetness flows through evergreen
Not perfect no, but just close
Trees with shade, and shadows
I think of the life in the water around me
Not the danger of drowning
Diving into what was once murky
Not crystal clear, but just close
Blunt, abrupt, your waves surround me
But I can still resurface
Diving into what was once murky,
I can see the life around me.
There may be times when swimming is trivial
But with calm waters I may float
And if I sink, I’ll swim a little farther down
To feel the life around me, and to look up at the surface
If this freedom does not last, and the rivers turn to ebony
I will have the memory, of all your waves,
And the timeless shades and shadows of the three springs.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
Every evening I sit on the banks of the Old Man
Withdrawing the gurgles and churns
And applying it as salve to my soul.
I meditate on the modernistic monolith
Perched on the banks of the coulees.
A castle made of sand, so to speak;
A house of learning; fiat lux~medicine rock.
The name isn't important, its role is.
The binder in the masonry is metaphor that I use to
Bind me to my duty on this plane of existence.
*I am a miniscule piece of an eternal pie.
Still, my actions are important.
Every choice I make sends a signal back to the pie
Reminding It of its essence.
It is not apple or cherry or pizza, even
The eternal pie that we are all a piece of is Love*
Those castles I spoke of earlier
Are continuously flowing
Back into the love
From whence they came.
Why the duality?
Why not just stay in the spirit world and commune with Love?
2 reasons
1. Our souls need to grow: for growth we take to the physical, mental, and spiritual plane
2. Love is imperfect: the definition needs further unraveling
1 word
< ~ ~ Evolution ~ ~ >
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
Just your presence by my side
Warms me in the
freezing winter
A thought of yours ..
Brings the springs
where new hope blossoms
Burning moments of our separation
makes my heart feels the
sweltering summer
And I am still hoping the for day when
you will bring down the
thundering monsoon on me
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 4:32 AM UTC