Acrylic WindTrees shift, their leavesAcrylic Wind20 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
break the ancient sketch outlines
moulded by sun rays.
The flower blooms fade into
darkness and shades of wind.
The Whale of Aurora BorealisIn the cold northern mountainsThe Whale of Aurora Borealis1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Packs of wolves chase
The heavenly figure
Navigating the Northern Lights
Hunting the Latecomers
The weakest who are left behind
Be captured by her
Is the end
Is the law
Of twists and turns
The cyclic repeats
We need to keep us warm
In the south she comes and goes
But in the north
She ever remains
For the lost we can not cry
Our tears would just freeze
The death of my ancestors
The birth of my offspring
Write my passage on the ice
We need to hunt, work, Fly, dig in
Breed, educate, care and protect
In the land of winter
In the plains of wind
We here for forever
We must stay
Our modest existence
That camouflager in the snow
From what I know more
Cold, concealed and steady
The whale of aurora
Says I have to stay
HerbstgedichtSo wie die Blätter schweben,Herbstgedicht16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
die Herzen beben,
die Weingläser an unseren Lippen kleben:
So soll der Herbst in uns leben.
WinterThin snake on bent wireWinter8 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
White swords frozen pear trees sway
Snow-rose oceans rise
StormsIt rained like the Lord above was weepingStorms17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
for all lost souls.
above the sun-baked asphalt
rose up to heaven.
Warmth of a Kitten little kitten,Warmth of a Kitten 6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
the time has come that burns you out of your making
beating its song of bright, that tiny little heart beats its spark of bright into your new life
let you live,
let you take breath with warmth
little bundle of fur,
show your burning light and let it shock it's passion into your soul
a passion that grows every second,
a passion that grows like a fire
now that you arrived in this life
fire plays with its gentle touch to warm your growing spirit
fur so new but so soft,
darkness and silence still in your eyes and ears
a big world waits for you to see it
a big world waiting for you to hear it
a big world waiting for your bright view
your eyes are shut,
but soon they will open,
a fire grows inside your body and soul
a bright future waits for you
>from:Fire on the Dance Floor of Life and Death<
To the bagpipes by the lakeon the wailing edge of waterTo the bagpipes by the lake20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hear the bounce and dance of the age old notes
out of tune and against the air
on piano keys.
And then the drone of lows and the shout of highs
the wild wind slows and the sunset sighs.
The sun sinks down crayola red.
Song of drunks and song of cries
to be played
for a while
when a grown man dies.
OttersSummer sunshine peeksOtters19 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Rippled rays glisten on waves
Otters swim away.
06I am born, but not born free.062 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hands took me, stuck me in a pen.
I can't move, I can't see,
I wish to go back to my mother again.
But I don't, men won't let me.
They pass by every day,
without so much as a glance.
What are they feeding me?
It's not my mother's milk,
my legs are so weak I can hardly stand.
I stick my head through the bars,
of this pen that I'm in
and see next to me,
others. We could have been friends!
But here we stand,
day in and day out.
Alone, scared, famished,
so I cry and I shout.
But still, the men, they pass
they keep walking by.
They ignore my hunger,
they ignore my cry.
What did I do,
to ever deserve such a fate?
They load me in a roaring beast
roughly, though I fight with all my weight.
And now we are moving,
where do we go?
Back to my mother?
It is too much to hope.
No, to another man,
there's a nothing in his eyes.
And in his bloody hand,
he holds up a knife.
Now I am dead,
chopped into bits.
Put on your plate,
insatiable mouths I fed.
Where was my life,
While You Sit Beneath The Sycamore TreeBeWhile You Sit Beneath The Sycamore Tree12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
while you sit
in the cool
the sycamore tree.
I Like Watching the FireI like watching the fire.I Like Watching the Fire15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
It dances around in a swirling tango,
the tips of the flames wild and free.
It gives me warmth with its spinning colors.
They're bright with the passion of their moves.
But it's forbidden to join the embers' ballet,
for if you decide to dance with the fire,
your feet will burn in the smoldering ashes.
I like watching the fire.
Counting SumsBeautyCounting Sums17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sun, stunning, shimmer, shiver
Wind, waves wash
pebbles, stones, shores and sands
Gold and blue and white
Pale Pinks and purples
that grow vivid, vital
Red dips below the horizon
Thoughts edged in wonder
Collection of soundsCollection of SoundsCollection of sounds23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear the sound of birds whistling and calling to each other,
The whispering of the wind as it moves the leaves in the trees,
Somewhere a cicada buzzes and more join in creating a chorus,
Cars swoosh by and a horn beeps not far off,
Distant voices calling to one another in happy conversation,
A shoe brushes against the sidewalk and a twig snaps under the foot.
I feel excited at the sound of a pen clicking,
The scratching of it moving across paper,
The almost silent shifting of my hair falling from behind my ear as it falls into my face,
My favorite sound of all is the sound of rain falling,
When it hits the sidewalk, street, and the roof outside my window,
It is comforting and melancholy at the same time,
A lone violin playing in the night.