Your prickly spine
Prickles my spine
In a rush against the senses
How can nature be so seamless
So soothing in times of need
Yet out of her
Births aggressive opposition
Protection in sharply fine armory
One that stops each passerby
In awe and reverie
Looking on to comprehend
How such can exist amidst the sun
Amidst a sea of warm winds
And lizards who lazily
Pass by taking caution
Yet dare not touch nor approach too close
Respecting the sentinel
Standing tall, standing strong
And playing its role
In nature, steady,
Sandy roots and resevoir.
Tag: lazily
Snow in Darkness (day 2076)
As lights went out
We sat in darkness
Snow had left its mark
A dusting upon the heart
And what remained
Heartbeats ever darkness
Covered the world as mycelia does
Spinning moon shadows
Weaving and cutting
Familiar objects out of a new world
And our eyes focused lazily
On fire keeping the warmth.
Sweet Moments (day 1773)
I am an expression of sadness
Lying lazily in the sun
Forgetting what I’ve heard
And letting go of all I’ve learned
To have a sweet moment
Agape
While everything else remains
Like poles in a lost lagoon
Stilts for a man
Long gone, long lost,
Long given up and moved on.
Dull Weather (day 507)
Water drips lazily from this 20th avenue bungalow
Big windows to watch the construction going on across the street
I wonder what ethnicity the family will be
The workers are Indian
I wonder why they choose to put such a bland front
Onto their house
They spent so much money on the house, clearly
Then they barf
In the mirror an orchid droops from it’s fully bloomed weight
Gifted from an angel on the birth of flight
Coil of heavy duty wire rests restlessly upon the couch
bringing husband and wife about a foot from each other
But they’re not sad, they’re free to explore
Attached at the hip
Making endless impressions upon the fabric they rest
A guitar lonely and mute awaits its rehabilitation
Strung and strum and actively attached
Waiting it will
As music mystically pours out one tiny little speaker
Tea gets cold being ignored and fully saturated
In a tall mug that’s too tall to finish
On an old Ikea working desk with wheels
Light wood and dull gray faux metal tubes
Work begins at last
Diamonds cut deep
In Faith We Often Wander (day 9)
As autumn turns white as pearls
I’ve never let you go
As leaves have long since fallen
There’s never been inward fog
As ices water our fields
Birth it neighs with life
Wobbly knees and scared eyes
There’s never been overwhelming rains
As the rains have been scared by gold
Navy blues, purples, and burgundies
Watching the bee lazily wander
No searing burns have ever fazed
As sprouts begin to curl
What was calf is now a cow
Vibrant greens have all turned yellow
Yet still no weathering of my soul
Exhausted (day 3)
Exhausted, I slowly slumber sideways
Eager to do, but seriously lacking the go
Should this bother me?
Lazily blinking my eye lids
My that’s a pleasant emanating aroma
It will distract me for a little while
And then maybe, when the time is right
I’ll get up, and continue my bids