Tag archives: nature

On Sunset’s Doorstep

“struggle”

I can weave your pain into vines of pills,

but it will tumble you into a numb slumber

on the Sunday sloping downward to melancholy,

like the meager pinecones that drop effortlessly.

I can show you more than chemical collapse,

so you can sharpen the eager daylight

-slipping upward through branches beyond

into the rainbows of an uncaptured nature.

Let loose your hand from the door

and walk with your heart ahead,

to the sightless brush

that paints us in our lost element.

Fish and Poems

“A meta-poem.”

The journey of a fish
water, blood, butter.
Such is a poem’s life
which emerges wet
but often flops.
It bleeds out of scale.
Cut with curious knives.
Seasoned with salty spices
diced, marinated, marooned
on a white plate alone.

Theatre of Life

“I would love a poem about theatricality in daily life. I’ve been thinking
about this topic for a while, I would love to hear a poetic take on it :D.”

The rehearsals of childhood,
repeated, practiced, restructured,
and engraved onto our blank brains.

Our roles are like ropes
which we pull for guidance
and wiggle for fun.

We mold our meat

for our roles,
for what we ought to be.

And the more we act,
the more we see the truths.
Rapturous nature, calming deaths, frivolous passions.

When the moon glows hot during showtime
and our eyes strain to see
what is real or upstaged reality,
we see the real stage.

The podium of stars and trees-
ever changing to fit the actors
who change costumes to fit the weather,
like delicate dreams that shift at night.

It’s these days of overturned acting
that make the moon grow anxious
and the sun takes us backstage again
to find our moldy scripts.

Almost-forgotten

“An almost-forgotten love, and a new start with a cherished girl?”

Some trees lose their way
deep underground
in the meaningless dirt.
Searching for water,
until one tendril touches,
and the water once lost
rushes through roots.
Exuberant wood racing,
and the tree can breathe.
The water fills another heart.