chaotic skyHer hills rise and fall with her troubled breath -chaotic sky2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
this wild land of mine -
And in the turbulence of blue and gray,
her chaotic sky
Ode to Rain (2015)Ode to Rain (2015)Ode to Rain (2015)5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
“I love rain.”
I sit and listen to the rain fall;
I thrill at the voice of thunder.
‘T would seem to be the Lord of Heaven’s voice
Warning everyone below to “Run!”
I sit with my love in my arms, and enjoy.
I may wonder
What has become of those still under?
Perhaps they finally ran.
The sound of the rain may be Heaven’s laughter;
The rain, its tears of mirth.
I like to ponder,
Until the storm has gone,
Its effects on both beast and man.
Its effect on me is much different;
I know ‘t would come
E’en long before it had begun.
So I sit and listen, and enjoy,
Until it is done.
Nostalgia (SUCKS)I see the magnificent sun smiling down at me andNostalgia (SUCKS)1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
The azure skies, where not a speck of white rests. And I
Can't help but think of those
Halcyon days, those halcyon days
Of yesteryear when you and I could talk freely, those days
When I would curl up beside you on the blades of grass and you
Would run your fingers comfortingly down my back.
Because now, no one smiles at me. And now, the only blades I lie on
Are my own thoughts.
(Guess what's the only thing that runs down my back now?)
The Natural EndFeeling like you’re…The Natural End1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Invisible as air
Transparent as water
Untouchable as fire
Unpredictable as lightning
Silent as earth
Yeah… I’m just like nature
Disappearing and dying
An without anyone seeing it, just like air...
But as bright as fire
As quick as lightning
As silent as earth
And as clear as the water
Going to the End…
Vast windmillsIt happened to be a spring noon, where the clouds lightly drifted on the skies like boats rowing over deep blue hues.Vast windmills1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
The landscape was lightly blown by a gentle breeze that speaks that the times are changing.
In the distance there was a brown old wooden windmill that stood by having its blades being upturned ever so slightly, as if it were a painting of the old world.
And standing a few feet away was a tall oak tree that stood out from the vast rolling green hills of the bright sunlight.
Underneath the deep green shades was a very unique human, a distant traveler who decided it was time to stop her travels for now and rest. For it once was a beautiful days unlike the past ones where everything was monochrome and distant.
For today she spoke "Maybe it's time to slow down and rest, for the weary winds of time will keep on going. I'll stay here and pause my journey, i'll finish it soon."
The green landscape kept on staying, with the crisp breezes blowing ever so slightly.
And the windmil
Mammoth are coming backhttp://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/gadgets-and-tech/news/woolly-mammoth-could-be-revived-after-scientists-paste-dna-into-elephants-genetic-code-10127125.html?cmpid=facebook-postMammoth are coming back1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dance of the Winter FaeriesIn darkness they comeDance of the Winter Faeries1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beings of the purest white
Tiny and fragile
But the world is theirs tonight
Trappers, wardens, biters and killers
Have never been so soft
Like clouds above the sharpest of stones
They lift you high a loft
Invisible in the night
Near Impossible to see
They arrive in armies
And comfort the dying trees
Fire, their enemy
Reveals all their mystery
Ancient sky ballet
No human was meant to see
Yet all things someday die
And they flee before the sun
And nobody wonders
Where the morning dew comes from
First Day Of SpringFirst Day Of Spring1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
First Day Of Spring
by Tricia Pattinson
Tulips prosper better
In the ending of Winter's tirade
Just as the cherry trees blossom
And I brave the chill
To catch the smells
Of Spring's first jocund day
Early SpringLike every spring the winds blow fierce,Early Spring1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
they're breathing strong upon the crowns
of every tree, old, thin, or new.
Patches of the first green life,
now come after the long-melting snow.
Moss, and grass, and early bulbs,
have risen to be seen.
If one ever dares to care,
and notice all these little things,
you have found the hidden joy.
Now on top a road so high,
a sight majestic can be seen.
The mountains fair with melting snow,
show patches on their weary sides.
Soon you'll see them change to red,
with the long-awaited bloom.
Now as the moon (cat's claw thin) rises in the sky,
Gaze upon the twinkling stars, orbiting up there so far away.
Weep at the beauty that lays up there,
weep at the beauty that lays all around.
Then dry your dripping face,
and walk on home.
Walk on home 'neath the stars my dear,
and know that spring is here.
~March 23, 2015
not dead just dormantweary child, listen to your mother’s call. hear it-not dead just dormant11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
listen to me. listen with your bare feet, to the song,
the song coming up through the cracks in the soil.
lie down, amongst my green rot. lie still, until the roots creep up,
into your lungs. let the moss amuse itself, tickling over your arms,
flowers bursting to the rhythm of the drum- inside your ribs.
allow me to weave you a grave, soft as sunlight.
isn’t it better this way?
i am old, yet my oaken arms still strong enough
to carry the sky. i have sung for a thousand years. let me sing to you.
lost child, heed my lullaby. come to me. let the madness, the fungus,
the little drops of lethargy, the dark-earth melodies-
rot you. yes, it is better this way.
you will grow for a thousand years, and dream of
splitting the blue, between your dripping fingers-
this is a promise. let me sing you to sleep.
Rainfalling downRain4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
upon the pane
a sound of pittering
courtesy the rain
A memory of life
a renewing of the same
its a blessing of water
88/365 - March 29, 2015Hands sink into moist soil88/365 - March 29, 20155 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am close to my Mother Earth
Nurturing and cultivating the seeds
Delicately transplanting the seedlings
I baptize the roots to encourage growth
Confident and assured stems and leaves are
Planted in the most marvelous way to
Gain favor of every ray of sunlight
Green HillsI can't recall a timeGreen Hills1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the hills were this green.
All I remember is
A huge fire stampeding
And ever since then,
They were brown,
I think they used to be green,
Before the fire started.
It's quite nice to
See them gay and green.
Little FoxTiny paws scampered across the hills...Little Fox4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Little ears swish back and forth...
Big yellow eyes stare up at the gray sky...
The sky starts crying...
The orange fox runs into a log....
The log is home to a badger...
The little fox runs out of the log...
The fox starts digging a hole...
He curls up in the huge hole...
The rain turns the dirt into mud...
His orange fur turns brown...
He climbs out of his hole and shakes off...
He runs through thorn bushes scratching his muddy pelt...
His fur caked with mud, blood, and scars...
He sits under a tree and licks his cuts...
His ears flatten...
He runs across a road...
He avoids a dumpster trunk...
But gets hit by a mini van...
His body hits the ground with a thud...
He opens his yellow eyes...
Something crouching in front of him...
A little brown haired girl picks him up and puts him in the mini van...
He is no longer wet...
He is finally safe...
ForestChill my bonesForest1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
and cleanse my eyes;
you knew me more
though I did try.
I walk for ease,
you stroll beside.
The sun shines on
so I will strive.
WitheringYour petals fall fromWithering4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your stem, to
The soft blanket of grass
I'll miss you, my
You have turned brown,
I'll still wait.
Wait for your return,
TwistedThe world where she livesTwisted1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a dark and empty void
she wanders aimlessly
searching for the path
trying to hold her ground
without a light to shine
her eyes trace the sky
hoping to find direction
but the stars are hidden
a blanket of storm clouds
lay across the plains above
the rain has yet to fall
she can smell it on the wind
that cuts across her face
and she is caught inside
trapped within the funnel
circling, ever circling.
Unseen ForceUnseen ForceUnseen Force5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Suppose that door held itself open by itself
Perhaps such luck finding a penny under your shoe
Nothing but the passing fates
That umbrella that went up during the rain
Followed by no hand which keeps it up
Was fortune just on the edge of the day?
Activity that raises awareness becomes the featured past tense
If only to be rattled out by blind ignorance
Such is the crime of the mysterious forces of the world
Oh? That or it might just be some silent hero
Just another Unseen Force.
riseBeneath the slowly waking soil,rise1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
a thaw begins and finds itself
new again, born and reborn over
in a thousand new possibilities,
a thousand new adventures of life
lifting higher, higher, higher
until it bursts up in thrusts
of magic and substance and power
and majesty and might and will,
and it will, forever, rise!
This Wood Of Red (This Road)This Wood Of Red (This Road)2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
This place I found
Is not of this world
I took a wrong turn
And found myself wandering.
What a wondrous thing
Breathing orange air
It's a different dimension
How can I get there?
I simply move on
I must be gone.
This wood of red
Is an unknown place
Of unearthly beauty
That's capturing me.
It's a different sphere
Close enough to reach out
Yet far from my path
How did I get here?
I left my home
I must be gone.
Look at the metal squares
Someone has been there!
Still, where this road goes
No-one, no soul knows
And what lies ahead
But I just do not care.
For I left my route
And onwards I go
Let the path squirm
I will never return.
This place I found
Is not of this world
I took a wrong turn.
Revival of the RainListen carefullyRevival of the Rain5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
At the gentle purr of the rain,
At the once forgotten world around coming to life,
Springing up from its sullen silence
Breathe it in
The honey-sweet aroma of star-dipped flowers
And dewy, vibrant leaves renewed
By falling drops of remembrance
Witness a reanimated world stopped in time
Amongst misty roads and a glimmering earth
which lay frozen beneath a sky the color of lost dreams
Close your eyes, and feel
Feel the cool rain kissing your cheeks,
the enticing embrace of a calm, spring morning,
And all your worries melting with the clouds.
Theme Prompt - GreenGreen has been jealousy, yes.Theme Prompt - Green9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
But green has always been
Just a little bit more to me.
Green is the scent of life,
Of things growing and thriving.
Green is alive on our planet.
Green is also riches and ease,
Comfort knowing you are safe.
Green can get you what you need.
It's never one-sided, this color,
Just like most of human experience.
Don't lock things into one concept.
SpringFinally the grass growsSpring2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun once more peaks from behind the clouds
Like a long game of peak a boo
Trees rejoice in the cool spring breeze
While the snow turns to slush
And the slush turns to mud
The children run, free once more
A Jaunt Through the Fields The following is an older poem of mine which I am releasing now to fit the theme of spring, the season we are in right now in my area.A Jaunt Through the Fields 4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fields of lavender, sweet glowing meadows of violet
Bees, workers of life, sustain us in sustaining themselves
Peaceful humming in this pasture of amethyst
The lazy, yellow morning sun glows warmly over this lilac range
The day-break dew coalesces into a haze, creating an orange-pink light over the field
I walk amongst the bees, serene sweet air meets my nose and relaxes me completely
Time passes, I walk further
Fields of roses, fiery red, glowing, passion'd roses
The sun strikes them at its apex, reflecting ruby light onto my arms and face as I pass by
My mind is filled with clamorous humming and melodic chirping of songbirds
Time passes, I walk further
Fields of day lilies, luminous orange, energetic flora, dancing in the heavy afternoon air
A rainbow of butterflies traverse the meadow alongside me, fluttering and flo