MythsGentle glens and shoresMyths10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The waters quiver in silence
Beneath this film of azure glass
A different tale is told
The few that thrive below
A monarchy in the deep
Eyes aglow from the abyss
Terror stretched for miles
The stories told to children
To keep them all afloat
But soon, these will come ashore
Their breath runs thin, alas
Footsteps in the sand
Myths arise to conquer.
Autumn Smoke秋の夜にAutumn Smoke21 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the cigar smoke
in the autumn night)
Ocean WaterThe waves rocked beneath me in a lulling way, and soon I found myself falling into the pattern of the water. Now I was one with the water, the sky, the earth; floating around, my head clear of any thoughts, my body still but warm. I closed my eyes sleepily. I reached my hand down and felt the water's surface lightly graze my fingertips as I began to stroke the waves.Ocean Water3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
UntitledПро листопадUntitled15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Если поднимется ветер.
В свете происходящего,
В серебряном сентябрьском свете...
Держа за шиворот ветер,
Natural causesI could create a waterfall, my tears, your tears, cascading into an oceanNatural causes9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could create a thunderstorm, tear up the sky and the ground and everything in the between
I could create an avalanche, ruthlessly pull the world down and leave only devastation
I could create hailstones, to show you how much pain I am in
I could create a wildfire, simply lose control and never stop hurting you
But I won't
I'll just let nature take its course
The Rotten TreeGo over by the waters edgeThe Rotten Tree7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There is a rotting fallen tree
It may seem insignificant
To the wandering eye- but no
You just have to look more closely.
In this lump of decaying wood
In the bark it has been written
By time, since it was just a seed
To the day when there was a storm
And by lightening it was smitten.
Oh, the stories this tree can tell
Never seen by the naked eye
From dragons with one hundred heads
To Norse Gods and ten-eared foxes
Don't miss the chance- soon it will die.
On the Late-Summer SkyThe sky is the gold of a funeral hymn;On the Late-Summer Sky12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He whispers to me and I listen to him:
"I've tasted your sorrow, and every last drop
Of blood that you shed when the pain wouldn't stop."
The trees are as black as still-glistening ink
Against the warm lilt of a moon clad in pink;
He chases me through every shadow-laced road,
A painted-glass circus that day shall corrode;
He stops me, and speaks with a voice just as new
As memories seen from an eagle's-eye view:
"With you I have thirsted; with you I have yearned
To fight for the love you have rightfully earned.
But grieve as you must when your grief is at play;
He comes not to visit with friends but to stay.
What longing you suffer is mine to endure;
You have my affection in lieu of a cure."
I run, and he watches with eyes of the gold
Of winter turned gentle and summer gone cold;
The trees become gray and the sky becomes dim:
He whispers to me and I listen to him.
Storm dripStorm19 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
drip drip drip
Light has fallen asleep. Mother dropped
a blanket of ashes over the sailing skies. I yawn.
Heavenly dew parts from above to nourish my dusty throat.
My eyelids gravitate towards the earth, but the back of my mind
tells me to watch. And listen. So I do. It is strange how time always
devours me when I kindly leave it be. Tick, tock, tic
Today's Atmosphere (Beautiful Dead)We drift in the autumn winds, play with hair's curls, dance in circles with the leaves in the street, lift the wings of the circus... There's beauty in the darkness of simplicity, intensity in the highlights of the silver moon, and the stars smile down on you all, knowingly, we're good friends. You may feel lost, even here in our arms, yet we cradle you so lovingly. And now that you hear us, sing us a song. Now that you hear us, lift our words into the air to where they belong~Today's Atmosphere (Beautiful Dead)3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rustle Hustle BustleAs questing creatures feedRustle Hustle Bustle5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the faded scraps of the
end summer's fallen leaves,
The rustle and hustle-bustle
of the wind's children swings
Mother Nature's skirts of organdy.
And then it was winterAnd then it was winter,And then it was winter13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
and thick woolen quilts draped over everything.
Wasn’t it just last week
That every panting
parched mouth was
begging the skies
for the sweet relief
of sub-zero temperatures?
That the bony fingers
protruding from the earth,
just last week,
were all fleshed out in
Beast of BurdenThere, the wind she feels is driven byBeast of Burden19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
creatures bounding across a universe, tapping gently her neck.
She sings an aching chorus composed in fear
she sings, she sings endless verse to each.
O' come here hare or horse, o' come here bird and bear
nest and trample upon my golden hair.
Bloody my brow; bruise deep my skin
poke my eyes with berry bush stem.
Here, crown my flesh caked tangles with hoof and feather.
Now, with your ears focused on solemn melody; can your eyes see only darkness?
Mock her with growls and squawks.
Use your claws and talons to end her lyric
and compose a natural song in her honor, for she like you is long since dead.