Some lines need to be said more than one time. For day Nine.
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Tag Archives: nature
Downwind
I’m still here.
Only this time, downwind.
❤️
Early monsoons bring so much more with them. ♥️
Day Four- A Piece of the Sky
Day Four- had a downpour!
There’s something so irresistibly cheery about Summer rains. 🙂
Unfortunately I can’t share the videos I took, here. If you can, though, pop over to my instagram account and check them out- @calliopes_lyre_
What’s made you happy today?
Love ❤️
Lessons In Fall
Pink, velvet soft, blushing, misbegotten
Dirt stained, so many flowers lay
Forgotten
The sidewalks were carpeted, the
Alleys were filled
Rosy teardrops strewn
all over the world
For whom have these flowers blossomed?
To be thrown away,
what have they sinned?
Why did they grow, so painstakingly slow
To be this chagrined?
Were they for us? Did we forget
To witness their beauty, before age and neglect
Set in?
Or am I seeing this the wrong way
– could it be
We owe it only to ourselves
Not for the world to see
It doesn’t matter who
turns away blindly
But
We all grow, so painstakingly slow
We are
Alive, and warm, and dirt stained
And I bloom
Only for me?
©CM
11.01.2017
‘Allo peeps. I’ve been away wayyy too long. Got some stuff sorted out, got some more sorting out to do- but I’m back! There’s a Cookie dispenser in ye corner, and a stack of poems over ye, and free hugs right here! ❤
Sidewalk Daisies
Walk with me, searching happily for
A sliver of of unpolluted sky
A daisy pushing through the cement
A salty wisp of wind, seaward sent
Between the billboards screaming
for attention, I know
The pale drowned moon catches your eye
There is still music here, amidst the honking
Still graceful greens, in the flaunting
Storefronts, I know you see
These things still retain clarity, for
You and me
Getting drunk off experiences will
Always be headier than
Merely getting drunk, will
We’re like an endangered species, hiding
In this concrete jungle
Sidewalk Daisies
©CM
13.10.2016
Bugs
Stupid bug
On my bed
Go crawl on the
Floor, instead.
I already have buzzing
Inside my head
Burrowing beetle
arguments
Thoughtflies hum and
Make no sense
Buzz buzz buzz
Incoherence
Twinkling lights-it’s
Almost dawn
Neighbor’s cat yowls
On my lawn
-You’re nearly in my hair
Come closer if you dare
Ill squish you, bug, I swear
Sigh
Carry on, bug
Carry on
©CM
09.10.2016
I actually don’t mind bugs, but when you’re trying to fall asleep, a green yellow beetle who wants to sing you the song of his people is not a good roommate.
Surrender
To a man who fell in love with the ocean
There is nothing but promise, in the waves
Immersion and supplication are the same
The shore is unsatisfying safe
To be one, to be undone in the sea
To love, to be loved, to be free
The waters’ depths stir visions
Only a lover’s eyes can see
Maelstroms of madness and faith
Storms are not fury, but passion
The clouds are castles, cathedrals- not wraiths
The darker the sky, the more looser
The inhibitions
The winds toss and writhe restlessly
A man who falls in love with the ocean
Can look past the destruction, to beauty
Horizons are milestones, sunsets, sunrise
Stars are encrypted words
To scream from the edge of the decaying cliffs
Torn in self doubt, if the ocean has even
Even heard
Answers… Cannot be wrested
Capricious, she may answer, yet silently
He cannot breach the surface
He cannot reach, touch her face
For he must breathe
Drown if he must, but that is all the fulfillment
A man who fell in love
Will get, from loving the sea
Surrender
©CM
11.08.2016
Blitzkrieg
Who do I hold responsible, for this summer’s sky’s rage
A fortress of clouds, imprisoned storms in a cage, of
Trapped vortices of fury, pinpoint pillars of shame
Teetering columns sway, against lights aglo, inflamed
By the whims of the sun, dropping groundwards in repose
The clockwork mechanisms undone by this sudden, grandiose
Bellicose display of temper, the winds mutinous, belligerent
Contentiously buffeting the trees, threatening, wild, truculent
While the thunderclouds swell ominously, pushing to burst in their bondage
Who do I hold responsible, then, for this summer’s sky’s rage?
Blitzkrieg
©CM
15.04.2016
Written for the Doubles prompt, Day 15 of NaPoWriMo.
Here’s to riding out the storm. Cheers. 🙂
Lotsa wuvs,
Cookie
The Flower (I know, I know..) :p
Do not begrudge the flower a handful of love A square inch of soil, a fistful of light
Water it with years if you can, borne of
Every moment the world grew too dark, or too bright
Let the shimmering ache take form and break free
Let the flower take away the burden on your sight
Watch the bud unfurl, bloom as it smilingly
Eats the pain away- the thorns feed the rose
Till it blackens and dies, the flower
Will love you only
The Flower
©CM
08.04.2016
Day Eight, and my attempt at Terza Rima. 🙂 i know I should’ve thought of a better title than the completely unoriginal ‘the flower’, but well, it’s been an odd day.
Cheers, guys ❤
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