Bigearswebbed wings aflutterBigears1 day ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
furry flyer zips, zigs, zags
catching bugs and vibes
One should never worry....One should never worry about the future, but wisely create it through intelligent future choices and actions. Of course to do this, you must draw from your past lessons that gave you experience and knowledge...One should never worry....13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One Bright FeatherLast upon the old stone ledgeOne Bright Feather5 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Lights the autumn leaf –
One bright feather
From phoenix wings.
YieldAutumn cloaks a darkling soulYield12 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
In half-truths of vermillion
Crimson, scarlet, amber, gold
Beneath a blue pavilion
Autumn hides its old grey bones
In cupboards filled with snail shells
Skeins of birds and garden stones
Where every half-lit secret dwells
Autumn’s guise is gossamer
Thistledown in parachutes
Rushing waters’ dulcimer
And reed-song veil its bitter fruits
Autumn’s spirit is occult
It offers balmy days’ exult
Then turns to storm, perfidious
Autumn’s altar smells of rain
Leaf-mold, woodsmoke, rot and rust
I yield to darkness in the vein
And sacrifice content and trust
imitationbut the night sky isimitation18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
never black, it's
always navy blue
and i don't know if
that's the moon's doing
or the streetlights'
An old friendHave you seen the airy taste of rustling trees before?An old friend5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They make the silent abysses within you conquer you no more.
There is one in the middle of a circle bathed in age,
almost timid is he, doesn't know of anger, hate or rage.
His leaves are dry, his trunk is cracked, his boughs shake like in fear,
inside he knows his time will come; till then he's staying here.
Autumnal ThoughtsAfter a vicious autumn storm, you wonderAutumnal Thoughts1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
While you're snug and warm, a blanket is what you're under
How there are trees with the will to keep its leaves,
And how there are yet still some without?
How there have been life lines cleaved,
And lives not yet snuffed out?
Even though Great Gaea holds onto these dear lives,
A mother's grip can get to feel like ten sharpened knives.
For if a child must one day move out of their comfy home,
Who's to say that the leaves are dying and not simply writing their life tome?
The MoonThe moon in the sky,The Moon8 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
It shines the path in the night,
Travel safely, Child
Flight of FledglingSundered heart is heaving fast,Flight of Fledgling10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The muted swan will sing at last,
When right times have long died and passed,
And hope lies in repose.
A prayer for an abomination,
Nascent courage scratches through patience,
Talons loosed at the peak of truth,
The chick takes the leap of faith,
A violent plunge from safety’s nest,
Wings of the heart put to the test,
Trusted his want, denied the rest,
He flew like caution through the wind,
Risked for the breeze,
Assailed by gales,
Hurtled through trees,
The black swan failed,
Branches scrape and rake like nails,
He crashes to the Earth,
Dying, crippled, in the wake,
Of an open heart that love had raped,
He sings his song of love of late,
And willows weep prostrate,
Upon the ground,
In their respects,
They make no sound.