my mind lingers on.
the landscape of your hands~eyes.
i can’t see for trees.
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haiku
Category Archives: Forest
It’s late
stars are scarce tonight.
they went the way of the trees.
obscured by our greed.
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haiku
n.b
i deliberately did not include this poem in my last series. i did not wish to call it ~ Prophesies 12-13
through a leaf
Haiku
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illuminated
the world observed green veined bright
divine connected
Love is a fleuve
Haiku
Looking at river
through forest, as if lacking
courage to emerge
N.b a fleuve is a small river in French
wind instrument
Haiku
without witness
in the clear crisp air, leaves dance.
this is happiness
undressed
Haiku
red stars, russet rot
autumn wind comes to ruin
full-blown wonderment
Fair of Face
‘I s’pose you’ve heard of that guy that died in ancient times, but I’ll tell you why…
a certain son of a …. Let’s get this straight. There was once this…’
well,
an hombre by the name of Narkissos who
was birthed between kisses and ripples
between swirls of blues and turquoises
stilled on an instant between breaths
of a willing nymph and a river — God! but what
he was, he is, was always and infinitely is
pretty pretty pretty, actually and definitely perfection its self
caught in a reflection of him self
he came out perfectly formed on tongues of water
he came out at himself sideways at first, perplexed
floated on a ruisseau gently filled face to face at last
and be came conscious of him self
a perfect pool crystallised to flesh
he, an apple caramelised, his admirers lyricised, hypnotised
affected by his pheromones, his dulcet tones, his astounding beauty — God!
set to sticky sweet, to salt, at addiction — he, attracts a plethora of lesser
beings bee-wings being — as unrequited whinings best ignored but is there fault?
for who could not resist the calling
for falling falling falling
deep deep deep in love
this vision, vision vision
water falling, cascade of drops, of lost selfs, lost lush to
damnation, admiration, as sickly elixir as ever was
getting thinner thinner thin as water
‘well, that still sparkles long after the disaster
well, the myth, and a name retained, is all that remains
well, that, and a flower — an echo echo echo of this
well, ain’t that fair,’ pronounced Nemesis
NaPoWriMo day 21:-
prompt based in the myth of Narcissus. After reading the myth, try writing a poem that plays with the myth in some way. For example, you could imagine that imagine the water is speaking to you, the narcissus flower. Or you could write a poem in which the narcissus berates the Kardashians for stealing their neurosis. Or a poem that comments on the narcissism of our time, i.e. beauty and body obsession, etc.
