
A discovery.
Before you, a wind raging vortex storm.
You enter without fear
searching for answers.
No discovery.
You keep walking for many, many moons.
You discover
the journey is the answer.
Poetry | Stories | Photography

A discovery.
Before you, a wind raging vortex storm.
You enter without fear
searching for answers.
No discovery.
You keep walking for many, many moons.
You discover
the journey is the answer.

A solitary weed
amongst flowers.
You crave the love bestowed upon the flowers,
yet a weed does not hold a place of love in this garden.
You let parts of yourself go;
a wish of hope on the wind.

To remember the trees;
green, tall kind ones.
A land of promise and beauty;
we lived in warmth & peace.
To remember the day
they called us heathens.
Our land, now flowing with blood,
as bodies suffocated the trees.
To remember the trees change;
dying as bodies putrefied, rotted.
Our land without living trees,
until the blossoming darkness.

pipeline dream of translucence
pursuing life and loving living
pleasing streams of ice blue
pleasure in riding a high tide

the fire of Earth burns red bright to its core
free of hate with a heart of light, she soars
a heart full of hope and a mind sparked by an inner fire
she sets a course for success and love from her wildfire

lapping water at the edge under a green swept tree
little boat comes to the shore to rest and just to be
a placid spot to sit and watch the world go by us today
a peaceful day with ghosts to play in nature’s serene bay

her heart beats wildly for you,
yet you do not appreciate her treasure
she wanders through landscapes of grey and hurt all day,
yet she always comes back to you
even when her heart beats from red to blue,
she will always love you
remember to cherish her love

aristocratic horsey glows so brightly,
greens and golds flare wild at night
naughty show off, you will always be
dancing and bubbling about the sea
sea horse of joy and light
you are such a lovely sight

In a frenzy, they run and jump wildly;
The mania of the many has set in.
Toilet paper tantrums line aisle seven;
Milk splashing dominates the fridges.
Nothing remains for the few sane ones;
Starving from the mob’s unkindness.

No air to tell of love and loss,
alone within your space.
Bathypelagic Sand Dollar of the stars,
you seem so diffident.
Calm and round,
you turn tides on or help a heart’s loss.
Oceans look upward,
as your face so bright lights up the night.