"seasoner" poems
these, why seasons are
so many
why (we) changing
way too often
stepping out in sandals
enter freezing blizzards
wearing scarf and mittens
get burned by melting hot
about to smell the scent of lillies
breath in troubled dust
rushing out to driest desert
my naked knees soak through mud
being seasoned seasoner
seems not help enough
forseeing unseen-able
ends up rough
these, our seasons
reckless in motion
thus locking us
in motionless loops
thank mindseasons
only
mindgardens
blossom
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 1:40 AM UTC
Mother Earth
Mother Earth
So good you are
patiently you are to us
Your free gifts to us are precious and the seasoner provisions
The plants and their flowers
The trees and their fruits
the animals and their babies yet live and feeds
The ****** ground and waters
All for our well fare
Grand mother nature
Never you stop supporting mother Earth as you bless us with the air
The weather and atmospher
The wind and waves
The oxygen and clouds
The day light and night to rest
Our hearts are weeping
Heavily beating
For guilt of abuse and violation of resources
Greed and selfishness
Evil and distraction lies in us and we tear apart each other
Though your wrath and punishment we have to embrace for our hearts desires.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC