"catkin" poems
Laying flat on the shadowed ground
Of the meadow that holds my sanity,
I stare up into the glistening moon
As it glances upon the wet tree tops.
The grass scraping the back of my neck
Begins to freeze to that of an iceberg
With the cool crisp wind
With the shivering leaves.
My mind begins to wonder from my surroundings
To what clenches my heart at night,
To the devils that tore me down,
To the angels that tried hard to fix me.
My thoughts numb as if from the temperature,
Sending tingles up my spine
And horror into my mind
As all feeling ceases to exist.
A rapid breath escapes my chapped lips.
A rapid breath like the harsh wind
Now whipping through the lonely willow,
The one weeping loudly by my side.
The sky turns into a black mess,
Flipping from its once clear blue state.
Blinding lines fill the sky,
Imitating the roots of a flower.
But it is not a delicate flower.
It is destruction
As it hits the shaking tree,
Forcing it to crash onto the once sunny meadow.
It hits the dancing grass
With a bang and a thud,
But not before the scream,
My scream, escapes from my throat.
I do not fear for my life here; I fear for the willow.
The willow that is so much like my beaten heart,
The willow that I care about more then the voices
In the forest behind me that command me to run.
Getting on my knees,
I crawl across the mud
Until I reach the dying willow
That rests surrounded by clanging lights.
Stroking the trunk of the tree,
I let out a sob that catches in my tight throat.
The willow's brittle bark crumbles as I touch it,
Leaving a brown dust on the tips of my fingers.
With blurred sight, I search the tree.
I search it for any sign of life.
One lone catkin hangs from the side of a branch;
I reach for it with my stained hand.
Delicately, I wind my fingers around the dry flower.
Smiling down at the last thing to bloom from the ****** willow,
I pluck it from the branch and stare at the storm above my head.
I start to wonder what the thundering storm meant.
Tightening my sweaty palm, I crush the catkin.
I crush it with resent and a need for revenge.
Revenge for my ****** willow;
The one that will never return to health.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 1:36 PM UTC
Bookends with fatty livers and bad backs
squinting at instructions
for another **** fool distraction
and the laughing, thankfully
On the walk, bees, butterflies,
catkin reminders of time and loops
and irregular pooping
as constants
Thankfully, laughing
requires just enough muscles
from those that still work,
but I’ll feel it tomorrow
Mar 26, 2022
Mar 26, 2022 at 9:23 AM UTC
Love is this...
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catkin feet rotating the underdressed night under a casino wheel of stars
..........or else a Tempest of Soul loud as a fishmonger
...............99p cola bottles & lonesome underdogs
.............that time you laughed on helium
... 'fuck me' neon signs in the street
...................sweet onion breath delirium
.................Millais's Ophelia all wasted & peeling from suburban billboards.
......................the time Virginia Woolf drowned & all the birds
forgot how to sing in Greek.
..............are we there yet
..............are we feeling the beat, beat, beat
..............of this raindrop
.........................do we need postage stamps.
................................why is your neighbor called Pete.
.........why did you kick a dog, Mamma.
............nothing is that which is understood
............why are you staring at this poem.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
When the earth in Spring
and all the yellows are nearly green
exploding ripe the catkin maple seeds
hung for flitting sparrows
When swift the clouds
dark, with pelting rain
of droplets wet pooling
in the hollows
As the clouds give way to sun
move hurriedly to fill the day with light
there where tiny budding leaves
are greening in the shadows
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 9:45 AM UTC
Shine..
Shine like the morning sun
Shine like the dazzling meadows
Shine like the autumn catkin
Shine like the spring Delonix regia
Shine like the evening star
Shine like the full moon
Shine…
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 1:40 AM UTC
(for Glynn)
Singing breeze
Singing breeze
Carrying nothing
Kissed by sunlight
Carry my wishes
Scatter my troubles
Leave the grey highway
Slip through the forest
Birch and pine
Needle and catkin
Shutting the sky out
Speckles of sunlight
Evening sky
How many colours
How many colours
Woodsmoke and silence
Unsleeping river
Silence and river
Wanting to share this
Beautifully lonely
Only I saw it
Only I held it
Stop this stone rolling
Let the moss gather
Living as leaf-fall
Living as boulder
Keener than snowmelt
Fuller than August
Cradle of tree roots
Mantle of mountain
Granite horizon
Breezes will soothe you
Whispering breezes
Will you be listening
Do you hear singing
Do you hear forests
Apr 1, 2011
Apr 1, 2011 at 11:20 AM UTC
I rise aloft above the springtime scene
Of ***** grey browns and softest greens
As from the twig new life is born
Of catkin,leaf and newborn fawn
And dotted here and there clusters of white
Mewling lambs born in the night
Busy birds encumbered by grass and twig
Eager to create a place to live
A nest so architecturally built
Lined with down so soft and sweet
And so the golden daffodil
A golden jewel in springtime sun
Her face a picture of delight
From dull green to gold in dark of night
This then is natures way
Gone now winters grey cold
Welcome springs warm days
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
**When I sing my songs by the willow tree
He'll listen to the words and smile down at me
The willow tree, he loves to groove his dance
As he sings our songs in a loving trance
The dwarf willow joins and sings the song and dance
He's so odd, he never had a chance
Dancing willows groove to my guitar
Dancing willows move as well as the stars
Male catkin grows right by my side
The willows smile, keep the groove on the grass
The pretty earth's sentiment will never die
Observe the natures through our looking glass
We will all come as one and sing the beautiful song
Willow trees and flowers make up my only world
Dancing, singing, jamming makes my mind just twirl
Nature is my nurture, it is where I belong**
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
Full Sun
Into delicate aerated soil
an age-old seed was planted,
an eye destined for greatness.
With the slightest spillage of
amendment an adventitious
spore awoke.
A tuber started to grow;
a thriller spreading into the
beautiful composition of
a bicolourous family.
Pollination is a pest known
to most every gardener,
but propagation shall subside.
Mulch to conserve is a heavy
yolk to bear, but,
with determination,
pistil too shall become weary.
O, Biennial,
how I beg thee for more time.
Clench thy inflorescent fist,
a catkin do not become.
Thou hast spread thou roots
into my being as an epiphyte.
Lo! Single flower, wear thy crown
and top-dress with pride
- thou art everblooming!
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
i
what are you up to speakman
or what are you speakman
as my teachers might say..
then
the wart on their nose
that will never go away
oh i know you hypocrits
we look the other way..
pacif
agressive
as the happy catkin
sway
the lith blossom
in the breeze..
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 7:42 AM UTC
The drizzling wind delights the mind
Snow white cloud floats in blue sky.
The white catkin has covered the forest
Looks like another world.
Morning of autumn is very charming
Drives away pains from the heart.
The martins are playing in the field
Rows of boat are tied in the quay.
The boys and girls are going to the school in groups
The shepherd is running towards the field with the wicker hat on his head.
Farmers thrive in the field with all the sickles
The village wife is washing the child, in the pool pond.
Water lily blossoms in big pond
Jasminum flumie, jasminum sambac and mimusops elengi flower fill with sweet aroma.
Can you ever see this sort of scene, elsewhere?
There is no limit of beauty in the beautiful Bengal.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 9:39 PM UTC
As autumn begins entrance,
Nature shows its elegance.
Lovely catkin and air,
Make their artistic pair.
Lotus opens her mind,
Can sky remain blind?
Moon the silver fairy,
Looks drunk cheery.
Mountain sends mail,
White clouds sail.
Dewy morning flowers,
Attract beauty viewers.
Delicacy all around,
From sky to the ground.
Colorful leaves fall,
Making allured all.
Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 3:04 AM UTC
cool January
soft sound of chattering teeth
night of painful rest
faint tunes of dew drops
hazy February morn
sun and transport wait
first song of cuckoo
melting snow of mountain tops
a cool transition
bees drone busily
spring festival unites all
colorful April
groan of nor'wester
May carries storm and heat spells
month of thirst and sweat
tunes of first rain drops
sun and cloud play hide and seek
June brings hope of crops
downpour all day long
raindrops play a symphony
July helps sowing
rivers run in spate
August plays cymbals of flood
water everywhere
month of September
spread cough and stomach disease
catkin flowers bloom
crop harvesting songs
October brings festivals
smiling faces roam
yellow barren fields
songs of fishermen
cool November air
month of snow and choir
hail storm plays the Dholak drum
December- year ends
27th June, 2017.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC