Tag: Nature

Shifting Tides

~ Vanessa ~ 1 Comment

Feel the pull
Of the tide
As it moves out
And collects;
Collects its expressed waves,
Feel the sand as it recedes from beneath bare feet,
All signs inform,
“It is coming,”
this next wave;
It is what you have been preparing for,
Bracing for;
Feel the shift in the air,
see the wave
As it emerges,
Now a crest
That too
Has been waiting;
Awaiting this very moment,
To crash;
Break
Upon the sand
Upon the rocks and shells,
And upon creatures
In its path,
Awakening, refreshing,
Anointing
With memories of the distant,
Bringing the far near,
To then recede,
With the shifting
Of the tide;

Again feel the pull,
How familiar this dance!
For we are
In all ways too
Moving with,
And as the tide.

Flora (Sensual Beauty)

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I miss walking through the gardens,
I took for granted all the fragile beauty that laid right within my step,
I miss the sight of blossoms full in springtime,
Displaying and reminding of my own fertility,
I miss the smell of fresh aromatic flowers,
eagerly hinting to be held gently and brought closer,
I miss the closeness to flora that made me feel ethereal, beautiful,
Otherworldly as I walked through this domain of sensual beauty.

Consuming Mount Everest

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Oh I see it
You see it,
We both see it too,
Our constituents can see it,
But they haven’t got a care,
Let’s climb Mount Everest and get back to…
Consumption,
Consuming ever inch of even the deadliest,
Most subversive terrain,
Because we are Man,
There is nothing outside of our domain,
No lamb, nor dove, nor tree, nor rock, nor gene, nor womb,
Someone can always claim better use,
Then use it, use it,
Use it up,
Dry the teat from which it’s sucked,
No concern for the mare,
For consumption sees not the waste,
Just the use,
And we are here in a land we soon won’t recognize,
Our children won’t believe what unused could mean,
Or look like,
our mountains dwarfed by landfills,
And our oceans become a myth,
Consume the seas, consume the trees,
The Lorax has already left,
What’s left are us hippies,
Rallying in it’s spirit,
Hoping still
that someone will wake up,
And see that this is
all just a nightmare
With an end,
We’re all waiting for
the Hollywood twist,
That deems our
ugly, air sucking
stranger than fiction truth
just that,
fiction

Tall Grass

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My dream that never came
Was always us in tall grass,
Finding self and each other
By the river,
Under stars, “cowboy take me away”
And making everything alright,
For you, for me,
And one last kiss
that is never enough,
I’m intoxicated still by orange-blossom memory,
What is now a web-like fantasy,
Where I can’t tell where you end and I begin,
Or what was real or what I just
Imagined,
But where it left off,
That in my mind I fill in:
We go out walking,
After midnight
And catch falling stars
And find each other’s ends,
In the tall grass