Category Archives: Nature

Caption: A Couple Kiss in a Storm

Posted on December 27, 2014 by | Leave a comment

The light is brief—
Nesting finches in the tree above see the kiss
That will disappear before their very eyes.
When the boom, when the boom, when the boom…
 
Nesting birds see the kiss,
A snapshot illuminated by the storm.
While the boom, the boom, the boom
Fades like Echo into the darkness.
 
Illuminated by the storm.
Caught in the mind with a flash of lightning.
Echoes in the darkness
Mimic the passionate palpitations of their hearts.
 
What is caught in the flash of lighting
Fades into the dark with a raindrop,
And the passionate palpitations of their hearts.
Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump.
 
Fades into the dark with the pattering of rain,
Disappears before their very eyes,
In time with the ba-thump, ba-thump.
And light. Brief light.

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On the absurdity of writing poems without meanings; or I wrote an entire essay on “Kubla Kahn” only to find out it was an opium dream

Posted on December 22, 2014 by | Leave a comment

I had a notion. And then the stunning dandelions danced round and round as they sang songs of worlds yet to be discovered. They sang to the sun, so high above. It was yellow and they were yellow, but it was of a much more majestic hue and, therefore, was worshipped as a god by the people. The same people decapitated the dandelions.

The strongest returned and aged gray to bring the same people luck. Their dancing slowed and their singing turned into a requiem that they sung to the moon, who now shared their complexion.

Then the winter came and beat the dandelions with its genocidal will. Only the silent stars mourned the loss of the music that they loved despite misconstruing the lyrics. They insist upon complexity in everything, even the quietest song of the tiniest flower.

I had a notion. All the people were stars and they were silent and cold. They looked down and felt nothing for the dying because they had never really listened. Why would a star listen to a weed?

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Helicopter Gardening

Posted on December 19, 2014 by | Leave a comment

My pride and joy
This land sweet sown
Sprouts of healthy green.
The hours I spent
And toiled with hand
To make the plot you see.
I dug with trowel
And shovel sans gloves,
So the dirt would merge with me,
A few inches down
To scratch a home
For each hopeful little seed.
Flooding each site
With life through water
And from it the bugs flee.

Now to reward my work
Stalks spring up from bed
As if no more to sleep.
And as if I dreamed
My green thumb up
Because I fail to believe,
I rip them out
To check for roots
And meet them with glee.
No longer doubting
How benevolent
Life can be.

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A Walk Through the Laughing Mountains

Posted on December 16, 2014 by | Leave a comment

The laughs pealed out
With such life
That the mountains couldn’t help
But try to catch the sound.
Giving chase as the noise bounds.
Slipping past ancient hands.
Only to fade in time.

And it’s good that it did not last
Because each attempt at mimicking
The pure laughs
Just returned more hollow and pale.
Fading.
Because a laugh should never
Be hollowed out completely.
Nobody should hear
Its other side.

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