rain angellie down on the smooth footpathrain angel1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
it has been warmed by the sun for
lie down and feel the heat against
your back and the ants that begin
to crawl through your dry hair
and read the sky
spread out your arms on the footpath and
into the roiling black heavens
just wait there, wait until they
open upon you
blotting circles pattern around you until the sky and the path are painted the same
but for a smiling rain angel where you lie
sheltering beneath you
and that strong, heady scent of petrichor that surrounds you
everything becomes wet
carbon, concrete, chlorophyll
the tickling ants run for shelter and you
let this all-consuming deluge wash you away
forget the nuances of a crowded, bustling life
money, jobs, responsibilities
for just a few minutes while the warmth fades
you don't need to be afraid
you are a child of the earth
and free your mind
when you are done and drenched
Low Newton-by-the-sea, October 2014 (18th - 24th)a)Low Newton-by-the-sea, October 2014 (18th - 24th)17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
(i.e, Day One)
Ocean burst first
from eggs called seashells.
The Kraken, a baby prawn.
Ceramic fans from pre-Japan
opening up the primordial pearl.
softens to pub-food Swiss cheese.
Barnacle pastry breaking, cracking
open to reveal dinosaur-wells,
excavating the latticework of the sea.
Underneath are the oceans that separated
to rock pools. Rebel lakes who
cut the murk-mahogany woods underneath
waves. One such “weed”,
an octopi’s maple leaf,
lies shipwrecked on a driftwood-dry shore.
The stalk of a crab, breathing out
deep blue treacle from its crimson roots.
The beach thins to a kitchen knife,
stretching into a submerged point
before everything becomes liquid.
the foamy fat.
(i.e, Day 2)
The sun lumped
a dollop of overexposed butter
on to the sea, blinding me
to go the other way.
It’s a mini Gobi,
wet desert safely near
the Blue Drink.
The wind shoves me forward
imitationbut the night sky isimitation10 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'
WoelfeSage mir du kluges Tier,Woelfe20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
ist dein Rudel stets bei dir?
Gefährlich und schön ihr seid,
macht sich die Nacht am Himmel breit.
Doch seht ihr des Mondes Licht,
stört euch auch die Dunkelheit nicht.
So heult ihr laut und heult ihr weit,
und andere Rudel wissen sofort bescheid.
Dieses Revier gehört nur mir,
wer es will der kämpfe hier.
Auch die Mythologie blieb dir nicht fern,
so höret Geschichten vun Hati, Sköll und Fenrir.
Canis Lupus so nennt man dich.
Manche Leute sagen: "fürchte dich!"
Doch auch ich weis,
was die reden ist nur "scheiß"
So sag ich dir du schönes Tier,
in meinem Herzen bin ich stets bei dir.
Storm Trilogy - Storm's RavageDawn illuminates the suburbs;Storm Trilogy - Storm's Ravage20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Damage is now revealed,
From where night concealed
The storm’s ravage…
Trees torn and tattered,
Cars crushed and crumpled,
Buildings left in bits
And streets all shredded.
Support crews appear.
Restoration will begin
For all that remains,
With mere lament for the lost
Despair grips the suburbs;
Assaulted by an F-5,
Many may be trapped alive!
Imprisoned in rubble
They yearn to be salvaged,
Suffocating and praying
To see the living light.
Shouting and writhing
With whatever is left,
Clinging to uncertain hope.
Time passes in the suburbs;
Though rescue is progressing,
Time is ever lessening
For the absent residents
And their families’ faiths.
Many curse nature,
Some condemn fate,
A few deny its reality,
Yet all harbor a common consensus;
The suburbs will never be the same.
Destruction is a cruel reality.
We acknowledge its existence
But don’t believe it could befall us
Until coming when least expected,
Rattling our lives forever.
Saying GoodbyeSaying GoodbyeSaying Goodbye21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
We waited every day
For the return of warmth and life.
We had enough of being encased in a frozen tomb.
The trees all stand at attention
Waiting to hear the command "come forth".
Finally a bud.
The small beginning of a leaf.
Soon a green covering can be seen over the bare branches.
Then a sound we had forgotten,
Leaves clapping in the wind.
They stretch out fully as if waking from a dream,
Happy now to be where they should be
And are meant to be.
The summer winds and rains blow by
As they hold on.
They watch us enjoying it all
Happy that we are so happy with them.
Too soon for us though comes another call,
Life begins to seep from them
Back down to the roots.
They wither and moan at the loss.
In a last gasp
They display their inner beauty for us
As a goodbye kiss
Before they let go
And fall down.
All becomes deadly silent
As they lie cold and lifeless,
Waiting for the white burial shroud
That will soon cover them.