"meadowing" poems
In the stillness near
In the quiet hours of the meadowing deer
In the mourning pain
In the dead of night
In the dawns first crowning and tremulous sight
In the hopes you've handled
In the truth you can't hold
In the courage of every story untold
In these passing seconds
In every here and now
In all these questioning memories of why and how
In the eldest of them
In the youngest of you
In the heart of each moment spent silent and true
In the coffee to stir
In the brewing of cups
In the lofty ambitions spent star gazing up
In the light of the son
In the shade of the moon
In the inevitably of all things too soon
In the echoing mind
In the shell of the self
In the prominent values set high on the shelf
In the breath of your speech
In the fog drawing near
In the timeless long hours which encompass the years
In the youth of your springtime, with your fate every stay
In the Spirit I find you and from joy never stray
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
Oh lets get together again.
Ive sipped the tainted water
and I'm giddy to sin.
Save sight of purness in your daughter
For when i go in
You've never seen such a slaughter
Flowing, windy meadowing moods
In the sweet chillingness dawn
As starlight blueness dressed in nudes.
Ignites our dream life, turning us on.
Til brutish stomping crawling teeth.
Destroy the peace the calm has built.
Grabs the feet, and pulls down beneath.
The beshaken spawns claim the board has tilt.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 6:33 AM UTC
Fallen dusty leaves dance foolishly through the fridget artic wind.
Moonlight so full it pours silence in the shadows that follow in meadowing footsteps.
A calming essence rings through the body to the beating heart.
No time. No beginning nor end.
A breath travels to the lifeless edge of an overgrown detached road.
A shiver in the spine.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC