In the Square | Zohar Teshartok
We stood, hugging, in the square
Taking root into the concrete floor.
Birds were nesting in the tree-tops of our heads.
This time,
Promises won’t move us!
nature poems
Rushing Home | Ananya S. Guha
The wind in summertime
blackout, wishy-washy rain,
suddenly bones creak
and the body weighs
under the wind’s suppleness.
Why the wind?
Why the wind?
Now, have the fruits of
summer disappeared?
Heavy hanging of the mind, brittle bones
and the all-familiar tune
of death lurking somewhere
in the news.
Why the wind, O the wind
I wander into a nook of oblivion
Rush home.
Transient | Lynn White
Snowflakes lit by sunbeams
blowing gently,
fragile as shadows
making rainbows in the sun.
Smiling in the soft light.
So soft.
So soft.
Catch them quickly in your hair
to melt them
while the sun
is still shining and smiling.
For only as long as it falls,
can the snow renew them
when they melt away.
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http://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com.
Pathetic Fallacy | Mary Otogwae
Look up at the day’s sky and tell me what you see.
Do you see rainbows and sunlight?
Or do you see grey clouds and rain?
The sky shows our pain
The sky shows our pain
Pathetic fallacy oh you know me more than me.
Pathetic fallacy please tell me what you see in me.
Look up at the night’s sky and tell me what you see.
Do you see an array of star light? Or do you see see pitch black
valleys?
The sky shows our pain
The sky shows our pain
Pathetic fallacy oh you know me more than me.
Pathetic fallacy please tell me what you see in me.
The storms are breaking out, thunder shaking now, earth is quaking
now, cries are shrieking out!
The sky shows our pain
The sky shows our pain
The sky shows our pain
The sky shows our pain
The earth’s rumbling stops dead in its tracks.
Water seeps into all of the cracks.
The rain stops pattering on the ground
The storm has ended now there is no sound.
The sky shows our pain
Pathetic fallacy oh you know me more than me.
Pathetic fallacy please tell me what you see in me.
Sky Blues | Ananya S. Guha
Turning around
salt in the air thickens
not the fog, a musty smell
saying that evening must not end, equinoxes or not
things must happen
then disappear like quicksilver, evening thickens, the turn around
washes away sky blues.
Within Minutes… | Ananya S. Guha
Within minutes it was gone
the rains
my element of surprise
my dashboard of sorrow
my springs of memories
it came dashing down these
corrugated hills, down their
slopes, hurtling into ravines, deep slopes and gorges
but they were gone, just as one thought the monsoons would lash. In
corridors I remember mackintoshes, and an Alsatian chasing our dreams in school. The rains then were thick skinned as we avoided their merciless rumpus.
Joy Spring | Stan Morrison
I lie in my room
and welcome the rain
this renewing rain
foretelling of spring
the grass and trees
invent the new season
such a burst of buds
and promising shoots
ancient recipes of change
effortlessly unfold
everyday splendor
I humbly give thanks
Life in the Sky | Tempest Brew
Here
I am
a pendulum
a crest
of a wave
suspended
high in the air
a spectacle
until I cast
myself down
mingling
among the crowd.
The Earth Is Our Heaven | Alexis Karpouzos
We are the beat of nature’s heart,
the earth is our heaven
and the sun our breath,
through our heart journey’s
the eternity unfolds and encircles us
with her gentle hands,
there is no end or return, no answer,
just one spark flickers.
More at https://www.amazon.com/ALEXIS-KARPOUZOS/e/B081VGDQVD.