Land wore gloves
For the first time
And didn’t fit right
There was no breath
No inhale
Just exhale and sweat.
A pause broke the noise
So softly
As the butterfly
Inaudibly
Sat down to rest.
Tag: rest
That (day 3196)
For you have gone
But did you forget
Like the rest
It wasn’t passed
And then it came
Like never before
And that was that.
Source (day 3018)
I followed down the mighty river
To the end of its beginning
Here a source so small and feeble
Trickled on and away
Growing from amidst the ferns
To valleys and gulleys below
I hiked here to find my peace
Instead I found a source
And here I’ll sit and watch it begin
To rest my mind a minute.
Upon This Spot (day 3039)
Here, my dear
Let us take to rest,
Let us close our eyes and listen
To distant gulls and wind blowing
In the air so clear it’s effervescent
As we lay upon this grass
Freshly cut just so.
I wonder how, in times of y’or,
Two lovers could walk a path
Taking them to a similar clearing
Groundskeeper had made avail.
Or would they wander
Amidst a forest
Criss-crossed with paths
To and From
Neighbours seeking neighbours.
How lucky we are
To share a spot
Sunlight here, so dear.
Your cheek resting so close to mine
Lips so tender here.
Let us take this moment
To talk of what wonders we dare,
To have you lay close in my arms.
Your sun the warmth in my heart
You near, my very cheer.
Unable (day 2779)
Overwhelming experiences
Laid the groundwork
Afresh
Lichen upon dead branches
Where rainfall
To rest
Lying next to it
Awaiting
Cried knowledge
Unable to fly abreast
Rest (day 2730)
How could it be informal
For a season to shift away
Lose ones leaves, harvest frost
Whither and die away.
And in the grand finale,
The final shift of light
Sprinkled with white snow,
A rest forever known.
I Am Angry (day 2459)
I am angry at the Americans
For making the world one big party
And leaving all their spending
Polluting our fields of plenty
I am angry at the Chinese
For building these resorts
For walking down the streets
Disrespecting different cultures
I am angry at Canada
For lying to with a smile
Rolling out the red carpet
Though the green flag flies high
I am angry at the Petrols
For neglecting human health
For letting all these diesel fuels
Spilling into atmosphere
I am angry at the Youth
For not taking hold the change
For not demanding to know better
Though they stand up for pop cult
I am angry at the Voices
Speaking so strongly inside
Obviously in rhythmic lies
I am angry at the Religious
Who say their faithful
Are more right and devout
Who align their one clear path
Though they preach unanimous love
And acceptance for all those left
I am angry at Myself
For not knowing how to stand
Though I see clearly my knees
That rest here in the shade
Left (day 2415)
When all that’s left
Let’s dance
Let’s dance
Let’s dance
Among the rest
Laid bare
Laid bare
Laid bare
Took a chance
In the light
In the light
In the light
When all that’s left
Let’s dance
Let’s dance
Let’s dance
Head First (day 2366)
I fall into
Head first
The twentieth.
I gladly wake
My shifting brows
That never had
So long to rest.
But here I think
Prepare and blink:
Head first
I charge ahead.
Ode To Birds Singing At Night (day 2250)
When I bed my wary down
An anticipated rest at night
Whilst stars still not yet hung
A song plays in a key so high
So high I must quieten to enjoy
First the symphony comes
From the right of me
A solo of hesitation
Then echoing the chorus rings in:
“All of life, all of life, all of life!”
Off into the distant copse
A clear and bright bird stands up tall,
Two so close
One behind
Now chattering from all around!
Carrying me off on a journey
Into a night so deep
To surely dream
Of more sweetly
Singing birds.