Of Poetry and Sound: Raw Free Verse of an Overthinker
On those icy morns
When the sun barely crests the ridgetop
The birds play their morning melody
Sweet siren song
Of the mountains
Those tealy hues are calling
While my toe ripples the water
Glancing off the top
Skirting by the polar depths
Of still lake waters
Carefully placed thoughts
Bubble wrapped in the bittersweet
Forgotten for another day
Dust lightly blanketing its resting place…
When I behold you, I see the sun
You’re like the rays beating down on lapping water
Warming the surface and streaming through to caress the coldest depths of my sorrow
It may never be down here what it could up there, trapped within the forboding depths of my mind
But because I know you, I know warmth all the same…
In a world of endless information, we are part of the ever-expanding internet era. The soft glow of our phone’s light may caress our face as head meets pillow, but inevitably it keeps us up later at night when we find falling asleep nearly impossible. The snake and the tail, oxymoron becometh, it succeeds in perpetuating a cycle of worsening sleep habits that lead us to pull out the phone in bed. I’m guilty of it, so so guilty of it.
As Fall leaves of red
Orange and yellow
Flutter to and fro
Dancing across Earth’s floor
In a crunchy symphony of the changing seasons
We snuggle inside
And give thanks to all
Blessed with another year
And those we hold dear
Coffee a-brew
Paired with sweets and snacks galore
Larger than our stomachs
We’re walking through that door
to fingers, ears to nose
warmth radia-ati-ating, placating every woe
Wrapping like a hug around us
That tug on the heart, pitter patter…
Isolated, the barren tundra
In a room, in a crowd
Echoes of inclusion
Seen outside in, infinitum
Surrounded
Alone
Forever sentenced to self
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In blooms the lush green garden of Spring
As she brings wonder to Gaia…
Summer beckons us to beaches
Sandy toes and salty hair
Waves lapping – smoothed edges of a sea glass heart…
Foliage showers
Spices, those little hugs in mugs…
Oh Winter, the long slumber
Like mother calling you home
She keeps you warm at the hearth
Cozy bundled heaps, you little blanket burritos…
Fire that ignites me
Surges on inside me
Kindling my soul
Kindled Shadow Poetry