"smeel" poems
As I was walking down the road
I could smeel the sweet grass: freshly mowed
I saw the sun setting in the distance
The blood-red glow seemed proof of its resistance
The colors: red, orange, yellow, and gold
All melted away so that night could unfold
I felt the air collin all around me
And saw the lightening bugs in front of the tree
I could hear the water running down the creek
past the quiant house that was so antique
The glowing light from its windows
Beckoned me forward from the shadows
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 7:44 PM UTC
Fresh cut grass ,
the smeel is cast
that hidden stone is
clear and white atlast
It's grain is smooth
from rain and soot
Live again you ancient bed
of that passed river
which was ounce said
to hold
the earth
to balance
Uncountable names
stories forever muffled to die
in vain
A people so wide,
the crowd so many
someone like you
probably lies here too.
Layers of Time
that all mix up
to a bundle of nothing
A piece of cloth, a needle and a bone
inbetween messengers
from dead things
to home
They went down the ground
like worms, mice and
burnt wood
Yet the grass dosen't carry their burden
for it's there you went and stood
upon their past
Not even sheding a tear
not even trying to hear
And some still hope life never ends
that you never go to sleep
Salvation
the ultimate cup of coffee
fresh enough
to grind your way through eternity
buying you
a good class ticket
to the Postcard Scenery of
Lambs and Serenity
Fresh cut grass ,
the smeel is cast
that hidden stone is
clear and white atlast
Clouds approach:
I must resort
Farewell you lands
of Tears and Hope
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC