winter is home now
my mind the place I wander
ruby red regret
embarrassing memories
glaring back from the mirror
Boreas, the North Wind
I am in Iceland, 90 miles from the Arctic Circle,
walking through a gorge in a valley between
European and North American plates. Fierce
Boreas funnels its headstrong wind right at me
tears my knit hat off my head, rakes my hair.
I’m in Rekjavik, at the city’s highest point
walking half-way between Hallgrimskirja Church
and Leif Eriksons’ statue when Boreas sends a gust
ripping glasses from my face. I chase them across
the square, miraculously retrieve them intact.
The is a land of extremes, powerful geysers,
roiling rivers, cascading waterfalls, high mountains,
floating icebergs, volcanoes, poised to erupt, lava
flows, one thermal Blue Lagoon, acres in size
defies frigid air, soothes sore muscles.
This is a land ruled by the North Wind Boreas, erratic,
hungry, sleeping rarely, it is terrifying, exhilarating,
raw as life itself.
mind marooned
in
complex convolution
of
singular anonymity
morphs morbid
into
psychic silhouette
deprived despised
of
enlightened elements
of
acquired attributes
abruptly waned
reserved recess
conceals conundrum
of
sub-conscious search
completely clueless
for
exploration entreaty
as
persuasive ploy
of
outside world
can’t contrive
forsaken mind
pining prisoner
of
own making
captive cocoon
in
introvert isolation
innate vision
scans sightless
faces fading
in
fathomless oblivion
morphed mind
accepts acquiescent
archenemy Nemesis
makes a menagerie
of
moving mirage
mystique guide
to
illusion oasis
reflecting radiant
from
cobalt cauldron
confined contentment
of
identity reverence
self-veneration
pretentious perspicacity
of
fake facsimile
invents Narcissus
as
secret switching
over to obsession
as
senseless specter
languishing listless
beneath
opaque stratum
of
arctic acuity
as
petrified essence
in
darkness frozen
Winter
snowy and cold
temps fall below zero
You seek the warmth of a fireplace
Cozy
Arctic Ocean
Way up in the north, below the north pole
With icy cold waters and snow lined peaks
Fishing can happen if you cut a hole
Just hope things stay frozen, that nothing leaks.
Lips turn bright blue and noses turn red
Walruses sit on the ice, what is left
Scarves and hats are wound round the head
Populations are sparse, no threats of theft
But ice caps are melting and they float away
Nature will start to defrost
If we keep our heads up, we won’t betray
Our world might be found and not lost
"For every soul that finds her shores,
their breath is surely stolen" - quote by poet
I am smaller than my siblings
My brothers and sisters casting their grand shadows
I’m often more ice than water
Surrounded by land that makes me warmer
I am the peoples friend despite
The bleak conditions here from which most shy away
I’m hostile to a casual life
You have to be committed to my cause
My frozen future uncertain
Will climate change bring others to my shores?
They share my spoils, the drill of oils
Their greed, it chokes the life from deep within my womb
My bed is claimed by many hands
They squabble over treasures like pirates
Not all of me has been exposed
My secrets untapped but closets may be raided
Help me, save me from this future
Where I may be boiled, dry and arid drought
I urge you think again my friends
Change your global ways or I face the end of days
“Your ocean lives- some depths unknown;
perhaps new life- a cornerstone.”
__by Poet
Oh, Arctic Ocean, you are one of five-
smallest and shallowest for sure.
But you are deeper in places
covered by ice all year, perhaps with unseen life.
Your continental shelf is broader than the rest
with underwater features that
impact all species' great diversity
in managing climatic shifts.
But, will your freezing temps begin to warm
and sea ice start to melt away,
to change the Global Climate and the rising sea?
With this, you play a crucial role.
For those who have not traveled far
to feel the beauty of such Arctic grace
can see in videos the bluest pristine skies
that frame your glowing crystal caves.
Your calving scenes so mystify
as giant blocks of melting ice fall in the sea!
Though smaller and shallower, to compare,
your might and beauty rise above!
"In the frozen depths of the Arctic Ocean lies a strong, silent beauty~a majestic reminder that true splendor often resides in the calmest of realms." Quote by the poet
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Under the quiet, watchful skies,
I'm the Arctic Ocean, frigid~
a queen in a garment of ice.
I adorn the night with brilliant colors,
ribbons of emerald and amethyst~
the aurora borealis, my heavenly crown.
I cradle the narwhals, unicorns of the sea,
their spiraled horns tell tales lost to time
while they dance in my currents, a silent ballet.
My heart, a mysterious sea of secrets old.
Hidden within my deep trenches,
are mammoth bones and vanished Viking ships.
I'm the graveyard of deceased explorers,
their dreams softly buried within my chilly depths.
Polar bears are my knights in this cold land,
walking across my splendorous shoreline
protecting my vulnerable, majestic world.
I am the Arctic Ocean, adaptive and strong~
my icy winds echo of survival
beneath the captivating midnight sun.
"A rulerless fiefdom as the smaller ice cap is polarized." ~ by Poet.
White fields of ice, a solemn realm;
Behold, a polar bear wanders, an awesome sight.
Beneath the frozen sea, a vast world calls,
a residual pastel moon,
where penguins and walruses tend their own.
Dark holds as chilly flows, back and forth, and sideways,
and nature’s ancient hollow plays.
Aurora’s arc cascading everglow,
It is a luminous show overhead.
Strike the wintry night sky, northern magic fulfills,
while traversing icy bellows.
Seals’ body maneuvers, plummeting, faithfully,
in the abysmal blue ocean,
darting smoothly and graceful in motion.
Fish’s technique of catching, while getting caught,
as the world is forever changing fast,
with underwater volcanoes,
and the ice is melting swift nowadays.
Water’s rising, and wildlife is fleeing;
Future change as humans awestruck, about their home?
When not out clubbing
hey-ho the merry oh
at night with the Inuit
I suspect by intuit
an intrepid Inuk named Nanook
a-hunting walrus he would go
with his trusty harpoon
traipsing 'cross the ice and snow
then when paddling afloat he went
in the harsh Arctic environment
to keep out the bitter cold and damp
in the very bottom of his boat
there was a fiery seal oil lamp
which eventually burned a hole
and without trace into oblivion he sank
with nothing to mark the place
in those deep dark blue depths so dank
even so who can ever forget
this tall tale chilling yet true
as his demise to the pithy proverb gave rise
'You can't have your kayak and heat it too'
brushed marigold sun
m
e
l
t
s
on
azure glaciers
polar blooms
u n f u r l
A crunch of snow
Alerts the prey
To freeze…
Or flee
A cat
Shakes it paws
Thinking
“shoulda used the litter box”
A dog
Rolls happily
Wrestling
Its inner puppy
The metallic sound
Of shovels
Mutes
The mumbled curses
Sparrows wait
For sunrise warmth
And the boring
Breakfast special
Somewhere in the wind
Rattling the song “Buzzy empty lane”
Hovering the small settlements
With so many loves and romances
The shady banyan tree
Exuding the cool shade
And the flower-laden milkwood
Infusing the night
With heavenly fragrance
passersby
Oh, passerby who would not care
Taking a look at the tropical almond
That is lightly fusing the air
With its long and yellow and so fragile flower
In a small, quiet corner
There is an young man
Arduously repairing the antique European clocks
Of which past glories and myths are reflected in each second hand
Oh, these little lanes
What are they secretly hiding?
In their deep paths
A Metaverse matrix
Yes, like a metaverse matrix
In an arctic, there lives a girl
The neighborhood sometimes wonders
Why has this pretty girl not settled down?
She must well be over forty
And time will not wait
Oh, that girl’s heart
Who knows
Has been committed to the luther
Everyday
Oh, everyday
She hangs her scallop paper life
On its notes of emptiness.
Prince of Arctic and Queen of Antarctica
The prince of the north region and the queen of the south region
They have had enemies for ages and ages, and now, oh always
This hatred is antagonistic, a killer mental war. Who is the power?
Who is the owner of the ice worlds? There is only one. But who is it?
There are two ice worlds. But these two are one. North, south. One
And there are two rulers. Prince of Arctic and Queen of Antarctica. Oh hell!
They can’t meet, because there are the temperate, Mediterranean, and
tropical zones
So the hate is eternal. But this is a long story, penguins said it to me
Hate, and love together. Prince of Arctic the Peace of Love, real cold style
Queen of Antarctica the power of the war. A story on. It will be written.
Man peace
The fate is war
Love comes
End of the war
Man and woman
Together the one
One is two,
but the one.
Arctic and Antarctica
Two polar and opposites
Two lovers, all one of them
Two is one, one is two
Both are icy land and soul
They are friends in the heart
Their stories are unimaginable.
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