An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Poetry of Ice
From a world where we don't have any control over the ice. Just like the Titanic knows. To a world in which all the ice is occupied by human activity. It's like oil and gas.
One Summer’s Day
I burn, and I drip In the hot summer sun No cool air to breeze me I know I am done I sit on my stoop Holding back actions
A Winter Snowstorm
Snow covers the earth like a white sheet on a nicely made bed. As like freshly fallen snow, your sheets at first will chill you to the bone.
In the midst.
In the midst of winters storm, Where all is contrary to the norm, With chilling cold to freeze the bone, And bring a callous heart to solid stone,
Metaphors with the gene
A metaphor specifically refers to something else. And in life, there are metaphors. And for the worshiping adorers genes are still the most powerful deity.
Enlightened underbelly: leaves all veins and intricacies, in imitation of the branch. Orchestral forest floor: birds chirrup,
at a crossroads, holy howling Tao
fireflies tonight, two distant birds scrawk in a pair of treetops, hidden lonely nests. I walk down familiar forking paths
Dog’s lying next to me Legs up in the air, Doesn’t seem to give a shit Spread-eagled on the chair. I politely try to move him
Snowed in, Already, Worst of the storm Yet to come - Three feet total They say - Yay? Icicles hang Prettily,
Twin laughter bellows off Water expanse flickering dance in drops of dew and oceans All above and below echo back Middle as a difference not ever was always nothing
A Lunar Soul
Paralyzed The body is weak In turmoil The mind is meek Feeling determined The heart will win Feeling stuck A cycle continues
I’m Home I will be taken by boat to my home The sea is calm, when the trouble comes. Destinations quarrel in thought, which is known?