Ghairo Daniels Poet Other

grass still growing in thunder

salt drops upon green ashes when we lullaby for lives of grandma’s, mothers
grass still growing in thunder
where bending we plant some mint
breaking free from cage of conditioning 
a sea of blue grass appears

verses, emotions, lamentations, directions  
buildings in flames, people are marching 
the ALL arching — unwinding 
blue-green grass grows, waving 
fevers of life washing away

hopes fly in spaces, meaning unknown 
manœuvres, thanksgiving, we observe
create, leap as sun appears smiling 
we unfill ourselves, unfill ourselves
grass still growing in thunder, waving
I sit in a mist 
 
how is this to be, chlorophyll filling lungs ?
news tramping a quiet garden
pause, unfill, catch a chirp
grass just grows, waving ~ 
breaking free from cage of conditioning
unwinding ______


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Honorable Winner : Allpoetry: Rapid-Fire Free Verse : Theme ‘Grass’
April ‘26

[ Poet’s Note : Rapid-Fire Verse is a verse written on a particular theme, without left brain intervention, as much as possible. It is written within a few minutes, as right brain & nervous system interprets theme. This type of automatic writing allows a Poet to see how effectively the right brain has absorbed poetic technique. It moves one into whole brain functioning which is how the Ecstatics like Rumi & Kabir wrote. In my view, Rapid Verse is different to channelling, as it comes from inner direct experience, whereas channelling a poem often comes from another energy in another dimension. ]

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Marian Sidlik April 24, 2026 at 9:33 AM Dear Ghairo, thank you very much for your message. I like reading your poems... Sorry to bother you with my suffering, but the constant pain from Paget's disease of the bones is reflected in my daily life... I don't know where to place my literary profile on Poetrysoup, so for now I'll just say that I'm a man. In Slovak, Marian is the masculine form of the name Maria. I write and translate oriental poetry from the English version and Japanese poetry from the original (passive knowledge is enough for me). And etymology, too. I am fascinated by many languages. What is your native language? I like Siki Jo-An songs in Xhosa with click sounds. I wish you good health and a lot of creative strength. I'm sorry that my English is not perfect. I hope that my poems are understandable despite this.

Evelyn Judy Buehler April 20, 2026 at 9:49 PM Nature is ever present in our lives, in its beauty and drama, as is evinced in your wonderful poem, Ghairo. Congratulations on your win. Best of wishes. :) Ghairo Daniels April 20, 2026 at 11:18 PM ThkU for visit, Dearest Evelyn. Wishes & intentions returned your way x 10.

Daniel Henry Rodgers April 20, 2026 at 9:17 AM Dear Ghairo, I feel weather moving through a body, grief, revolt, renewal, all flashing like heat lightning. :) I like how the grass keeps returning, not as comfort but as a kind of stubbornness. The ‘unfill ourselves’ line, is rare to see a poem breathe out instead of in. Congrats on the win. Blessings, Daniel

Victor Buhagiar April 20, 2026 at 4:13 AM The recurring phrase "grass still growing in thunder" serves as a central metaphor for life persisting through upheaval. This is reinforced by the contrast between "buildings in flames" and the "blue-green grass" that continues "waving". The poet explicitly mentions "breaking free from the cage of conditioning". The poem blends biological and psychological elements, asking "how is this to be, chlorophyll filling lungs?". This suggests a deep, symbiotic connection between the human spirit and the natural world.

Paige Hind April 19, 2026 at 10:23 PM it seems like new, blue grass, mints...but it never stopped waving in the first place, interesting form, Ghairo <3 xxoo Ghairo Daniels April 20, 2026 at 12:05 AM We had to write it fast - so, to be honest - I’m still thinking about why I called the grass blue. Lol. I guess to write this way gives us clues as to what’s in the subconscious where colour has only a frequency that is not labelled. X.

David Wakeling April 19, 2026 at 10:12 PM Umm I read this but I guess I am too dumb to understand any of it Ghairo Daniels April 19, 2026 at 11:46 PM Yeah, it’s kinda from the dumb part of my brain. ThkU for visit & read, David. X.