EpistleDearest Autumn, jaded with rainEpistle1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wearily drearily forced to remain
I miss your September joie de vivre
Bright skirts flying, blue-eyed and naive
October leaves left, abandoned in flight
Your luminous palette is shaded toward night
I knit anamnesis to swaddle your haunts
From skeins of yearn, and bundles of want
Pensive and wistful, my traveling Muse
Wanderlust winging the cold avenues
Forethought and hindsight, alight in your eyes —
November acceptance has rendered you wise.
YieldAutumn cloaks a darkling soulYield5 days 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
Disease, decay, and ruined trust
rain angellie down on the smooth footpathrain angel1 week 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)1 week 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 isimitation6 days 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'
Sunny DayIt's brightSunny Day1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
The cool breeze runs
To remind myself
That it is alright.
A gentle hand to
Guide me through the day
Smiling at me from above.
The warmth is a blessing
Of the impurities I feel.
Nature is a sweet bliss
We take for granted.
A Breeze For Your ThoughtA summer breezeA Breeze For Your Thought3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bringing cool rain
An autumn breeze
Reminds the leaves to change
A winter's breeze
Might bring snow
A spring breeze
Will always tell the ground to grow
windblowntouch me,windblown5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
toss my hair
and caress my face
like only you know how.
i close my eyes
and i lift my head for you -
let me feel your gusty breath upon my skin.
you murmur and growl,
you press forcefully against my chest
and brush your cool fingertips over my sides
and around my thighs.
i arch my back,
i unfurl my tail,
and i open my wings for you;
fill them up,
lift me into the sky,
hold me in your soft embrace.
i am weightless.
like an eagle, i rise in circles,
like a vulture, i quiver from side to side,
over fields and forests and city streets,
like a harrier, i glide,
like a falcon, i dive.
the others do not understand,
as they walk by,
the grin you've stretched across my lips -
they think i am standing still.
it is a secret we share,
you and me and the soaring birds -
perhaps even the clouds -
and no matter what i say,
and no matter how far i stray,
you always return to me
with that same skin-shivering passion,
even when all my other lovers
have gone away.
(© 2014 Ca
Storm Trilogy - Storm's RavageDawn illuminates the suburbs;Storm Trilogy - Storm's Ravage1 week 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.
Rainpitter patterRain1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sounds that tell you it's here
the sweet smell
the cooler temperature
of a great day
rain boots in a puddle
colorful domes we are under
to keep us dry
the dark clouds parting
to a blue sky
red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet
double rainbow in the sky
sounds that are going slower
to a sunny day
AvernoThe mountain was invisible.Averno1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
Certainly, there was evidence of a mountain’s presence,
But the landform itself was obscured by a thick pall of foliage and alabaster fog.
Although the woods, if not all of the flora, were alive and well,
The mist lent them such a gloomy tinge
That they appeared almost colorless to the naked eye.
Whereas dead and dying trees would be stark and the color of bone,
These austere totems would appear frozen in time,
Such were their stillness and their pallidness.
Even in the sunshine,
Their leaves left a shade
Upon whatever lay below.
No birdsong lingered in the air, nor did any waters splash down the slope.
The elegy of the stillness,
Rang through the air for none to hear.
Underneath the cryptically hale trees
Sat an expanse of undergrowth,
Much like a tangle of grubs beneath a dampened log.
Between the undergrowth and the overgrowth lay the fog,
And beyond all of these lay what was presumably the earth.
Only by kneeling into the mists betwee
GreenThis is the color of hopeGreen20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and of envy.
It tells the humble story of a peasant
and ends with the rich and greedy king.
It screams of about the deadly poison ravaging through someone’s veins
and how the slimy green potion is meant to kill.
This is the color and not the only color of eyes
and how in some, it may shimmer and in others it may be a highlight.
It tells you how healthy plants may be and how they glow in the sunlight
and how the grass looks even softer than your own bed at times.
It was used by cartoonists to depict a great stink with a long wafting trail from point A to point B.
It told you if someone could claim a garden as their own or
if they wished that lover was in their arms.
Mystic Moonto watch this mystic moonMystic Moon22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
run her course across the sky
gliding so serenely
over the dark horizon
such a large round orb
almost touching the trees
travelling along with us
on her nightly journey
with her patchy markings
and craters that look so clear
seen with the naked eye
as they stand out so proud
silently floating onward
through the darkened sky
brightening up the landscape
with soft cosmic lights
for this heavenly sphere
appears every evening
arching across the galaxy
to disappear each morning
so as you look to the moon
travelling on her orbit path
know that she will guide you
each and every dark night..!
© Lissie Bull 2014
064. FrostA delicate harbinger064. Frost1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Interlaces across my window,
The finest thread of fairies
Spun into a code that I can't read.
So fragile and ephemeral
That the mere vapor of my breath
So frail and fleeting
That it melts with the faintest sigh,
Transforming into a thousand pools of light
That reflect the weary sun.
Embers and November She sits around the fire,Embers and November 2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
letting the embers fall and leave burns onto her skin
she reaches over to the knife in her left jean pocket.
wanting to end it all, she begins to cry and as she drops the knife;
the fire flickers as to say "Dont"
A gust of wind blows through the trees, leafs fall all around
embers fly into her hair scorching her hair, giving her split ends
her once long beautiful auburn hair now burned, tattered tied into knots.
her arms covered in burns and scars from her past
the sound of crickets echo through the bitter cold November night
the crunch of the leaves near by calm her soul.
she takes a breath and looks to sky
"What will happen to me now?" she says as she looks up to the sky.
Polja suncokretaKroz polja suncokreta žurimPolja suncokreta2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I u tvoju kosu zurim.
Na travu meku padamo,
Seljake ne obadamo.
Smijemo se, veselimo,
Na dnu duše želimo,
Da ovi trenuci traju i traju
Jer se osjećamo kao u raju.......
Spring or Summer?Summer heat in the SpringSpring or Summer?5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
A storm brewing above
I wish that it would rain
To replenish this Hell
with the cool of Heaven
Evening WindWe ride the evening wind on wings of leatherEvening Wind5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
We fly, but do not have a single feather
A fifth of the world’s furred beasts known
The only order that has truly flown
Our calls echo throughout the night
For that is how we guide our flight
Too high pitched for you to hear
Clicks silent to the unaided ear
The majority of us eat bugs that fly
clearing moths from the dark sky
Many of us eat nectar and fruit
With doglike faces that are rather cute
They call that kind the flying fox
A few drink blood from the ox
Caves are where most of us dwell
Trees or the church tower’s bell
We clutch the ceiling with our feet
Or let go as our wings begin to beat
The smallest species of our kind
An inch or so from head to hind
At seven hundreths of an ounce
Five inches of wingspan pounce
The large flying fox, five feet across
compared to the bumblebee, an albatross
Sixteen inches from rear to crest
At two pounds, one of our largest
In species, twelve hundred strong
United by hands with fingers qu
WoelfeSage mir du kluges Tier,Woelfe1 week 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.