"thirstiness" poems
The belated summer sky is alive
with a D r a g o n f l y ballet
Beneath,.. the rain parched sod
lay sullied, cracked open
by an unsated thirstiness
awaiting the painted autumn days
and the cleansing rain's renewal
A lace-winged hatch rises skyward
— meandering airborne —
drifting upwards like a burst of dust
dissipating in an invisible cloud
of eventide's silent breath
Darting shadows hover
above a seeker's curiosity
just this side the
softening sunset backdrop
A synthesis of fluid motion
– darting kinesis –
swift agile fliers
steal away over the thirsty pond;
their mesmerizing beauty enchants
as the dimming dusk falls silent —-
embellishing the unrelenting ending
another summer's
imminent curtain call;
reminding how inexorable-time
is only a contrived human notion,
a recurring extrapolation
of passing seasons
Heightening awareness:
how we too are only
passing through these
unholdable moments
coming to know
we cannot stop
how life unfolds
The raindrops will quench
the pond's aching thirst
again one fall someday...
— hereafter —
there will be another
beauty of dragonflies
some other eyes will see
preying on another burgeoning
gossamer-winged hatch
and
another beckoning autumn
when the dragonflies hover
below the gazing totems
in the treetops
Jesse Stillwater ... September 2018 .
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
Filing errands makes you drowsy and nautious.
The tube dampens your senses.
The highrises make you feel down.
Your values are re-prioritised.
You become the binmen’s *****
but all is not charred.
You have the chance to remember before,
and you grasp redemption as sand now sifts through your fingertips.
The stars awaken the you beneath the superficial.
The water nourishes your ignored thirstiness for passion.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
Standing by a shallow river, facing a haunted moon
We planted our feet firmly, into nothingness
While drinking dew from a sideways tune
To quench our thirstiness
We were born together, as the wings of a bird
To shake the sky and yet here we stand
Our feet firmly planted in nothing but words
A woman and a man
One short step and we could both fly these wings
Across this shallow river we stand by
Instead of drinking dew from this tune we sing
While the haunted moon sits and cries
There is a song of birds we hold inside us two
Born as part of these wings we share
Yet we cannot sing or fly in this nothingness dew
Falling sideways into our air
We were born together, as the wings of a bird
I wait for you to lead me to our sky
Unplant my feet from these nothingness words
From this shallow river, I wish to fly
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 5:27 PM UTC
...
*walking
in the scorching
heat of mid summer
with torn shoes
in cracks bearing feet
he was feeling
acute thirstiness
~~~
struggling
to cover his
deprived stained face
with dilapidated wrapper
a profound smile
spread on his
anhydrous lips...
~~~
having
the glimpse
of the bunches
of dense shadowy trees
on the bank
of a perennial
stream
~~~
pushing
or just crawling
under the
shadow of trees
he dragged
himself nearer
to the river
~~~
splashing water
drenched quest
half closed eyes
mortal, aliv, relaxed
eternally blessed
in the lap of
mother nature*
...
(c) deovrat- 21.04.2018
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 7:42 AM UTC
Push me back
Tell me to rest
Kiss my eyes
Rake my *******
Remove the barriers
Between your skin and mine
Tear the cotton if you must
Stretch the elastic
Til it snaps in two
If that is
What you're compelled to do
Get me naked
Be my dirt
Absorb my roots
Be the secret earth
The only comfortable bed
Moan into my clavicle
Control my head
Lick my ribs
Intercostals
Hold my hips
Give me chokes
Give your grip the weight of feathers
Assure me you're in this for me for the moment at least
Give your time like time has ceased
Secure in chains my memories my ghosts
Put your heart into my pleasure
Take my parts
Inside your mouth
Comb my holiness
Use your holy breath
Relax the nervous squeeze
Devout make me believe
With your art
Summon the whimper shouts
Up from my depths
With one goal
One intent
Offer your thirstiness
Drink of my sins
Prove wrong
My internalized
Shame of my ***
I shall be
Your humble slave
For my life
Long sentence
In this dry
Biting tundra
Burning sea
Endless sand
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
thirstiness
lost appetite
nausea
vomiting
diarrhea
lethargy
coma
cardiac arrest
Hmmm...
Sounds better than the alternative
Doesn't it?
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
What will become of our Society?
Poor people die in hunger and thirstiness,
Corruption, Rally, Political Issues, etc. are always there,
Our world is full of miseries and nightmare.
Our world in its 21st century is quickly-evolving,
High-precise technologies, lots of concrete, improved skywalks and tall buildings,
But homeless people are dying of hunger,
They famished already yet government just don't care.
Poor people received hunger, diseases, illnesses and unforgivable yet unacceptable deaths of every year,
But we don't know what others there might can't bear,
Of what this country-- the world government gave,
Improper allocation of resources, corruption, unequal distribution of income that we can't evade.
Wishing yet continuously suffering,
Of this kind of nightmare we are having,
But hoping someday this will be cured,
So none of the poor people will suffer anymore.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC
Let the eyes be clean as a whistle
See beyond and
Feed the mind, the wisdom of Solomon and
Quench the thirstiness, riches of the world
Wish your thought, luck of the Irish
Pursue the quest
Leave no stone unturned and
Let the wallet smile the notes
For thy success in disguise
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC