Wandering Through Mountain Paths Beneath Star Light
By
Wandering through these wind strewn paths
ten thousand peaks tear at banners of trailing
loam in azure twilight. Waterfalls roll from
immortal white crane heights, blues
plunging into viridian. The ten thousand peaks
touch ten thousand stars, the place where
dragons dance and play. From this celestial
height, free from dust and thought
it’s just this one recluse, faded into worn
grey peaks, watching all under heaven unfurl, and unfurl.
Your Jumping Spider Friend
By
If you were to
wander into a
garden bathed in sunlight
with blooming pin wheel flowers
feeling lonely and wanting a friend
I’d be your jumping spider friend.
Spotting you through the branches
with telescopic tetrachromatic eyes
leaping from stem to stem
miniature hydraulics wrapped in skin and hair
I’d land on your knee
and look up at you
and wave at you
and keep you company
till the loneliness
flutters away.
Hi Michael, your poems were excellent. The power of the 'Eve factor' can't be denied. Very well said!
Hello Selma, Thanks for appreciating my Poem.
Hi Robert, beautiful, beautiful imagery - "blues plunging into viridian" - WOW. I love that. Bravo!
Hi John, 'Escapes From The Ordinary' really stood out for me. I like everyday life as subject matter. You can do so much with it. The image of the milk being poured down the drain is a striking one!
Hi A.J. You've got some FAB images in your poems. I love - "Throw a wish to the wind. And I will save it in a can." as well as - "A hand I have never met snaps a shutter against the moon." Brilliant!
HI Teresa, I particularly like your poem 'Winds' - it is very powerful. Thank you.
Hi Fiona, Just wanted to say I enjoyed both of your poems very much. I can relate to 'Sifting For Gold' a lot. Your final stanza is so apt.
Hi Ian, your depiction of the enduring story of Pierrot and Columbine was quite moving. It tugged at my heart that he was broken and that no one had pity for him. A tale of woe, indeed.
Hi Liam, I really liked your poems, in particular 'This Town.' The rhythm of it made it read like a song. I can relate to the line: " She asked how we’re going to get out of here," Oh yeah!
Hi Ilona, just wanted to say I thought both of your poems were excellent. There is a bleak kind of beauty contained in both of them. The one about the fisherman really got to me. I was greatly affected in an emotional sense by the oil spill in the Gulf. I don't think I'll ever get over it. Thank you for your profound images.
Hi Selma, thank you for the kind words. Hope your summer was great. Cheers, Ilona
Prmtime Guy and Sifting for Gold are two of the most beautiful and interesting poems I have read in a long time.
Beautiful poems. The March showcase is full of life and I love Michael's mood of capturing beauty in a dancing array of peace.