We cannot blame nature for melancholy of the autumn
Leaves falling down the ground
Decay to enrich the soil for feeds and the fertility of the forest
It's us isolated to our world of the human ignorance
Excluding needs of the world that food feeds us with love of the flavors and colors
And fantasy
Knitting is for grandmas
They knit colorful fluffy scarfs for us that say I love you
We wrap them around our necks and taking a pound dog for a day out heading to autumn forest
We smell wetness and comprehend processes of the nature
She teaches us this I need
I require
Dog strolling ahead and behind
Occasionally approaches us when we kneel near a interesting plant and touches our cheek with his wet nose
He makes a circle around us and signifies this is defended and safe
After a walk we return home and drinking hot beverage and eating kibble
We love when it rains this kind
The rings of Saturn
are more than a ring to be skated on
for they are not rings at all
rather an icy circle around a circle
a place for the mind to imagine and create
blossoms upon blossoms
that will never exist, nor be dreamed of
yet, to skate upon its surface
is a further thing to do
a whimsical moment... perhaps
like a child seeing a ship in the clouds
giving sense to what's unsensible
a game of the mind, to see the icy curve
to feel the speed of motion
to wrap around Saturn, like a bug around a lamp
only to find death without purpose
an imagery so reasoned as to be real
as the blade of the skate becomes useless
falling away in time and space
tearing the blade from the icy circle
leaving nothing behind but a trail of dust
trapped in the ice with the last flicker of imagination
that was captured in a moment of lunacy
where anything is possible
even skating on the rings of Saturn
Another year older no balder –
dash,
Wishing I could write my life ('s)
perfect poem before I
pass
Out of this world to the other
side,
While dreaming of my mother
And can’t wait to
fly.
One more circle around the old solar
disk
And it won’t be long before I’m not forgetfully
missed.
Not that I’ve done momentous things
Deserving of remembrance too sad to
sing
But only that I’m still here today, thankfully
having another undeserved birth
day.
© Terrell Martin. 01/17/2025
Falling down to my splintering knees,
Heaven or Hell, the stone will be cast.
Like whiplash, the ground beneath me begins to crack open
As my truth is played out against an apocalyptic backdrop.
Sins weighed against my empathic
compassion,
Caught in riptides of my darkness; will light save me?
Flames lick against my flesh as the vultures circle around.
Pleading to the heavens, I swear my truths are sincere.
I pushed back against those incessant inner
demons
As they flirted with the devil.
But my sanity assimilated, and I plunged down that pit.
Sins took hold, infecting, infesting; the damage that
was already done.
I plead for your unconditional mercy:
Don’t let the razor teeth tear me apart.
Angels have wings
Mermaids have tails
men and sailors have their own
stories to tell
people imagine a story that will sell
not just a tale
but the thing that rings the bell
the ghost of the past
and UFO's have something in common
People rarely see them
but they're there quite often
Blurry photos and ego's telling lies
Circle around like misquotes and flies
the birthplace of myths and legends
The story tellers before radio and television
The mind and the mouth
put on a disguise
Some to teach wisdom
others to just surprise
A circle forms around Dad.
His kids hold his smile and tears.
Celebrations without Mom
hard the first year. His eyes
were closed…he was world’s away.
Little by little, the faucet turns off.
His eyes like a Christmas ornament
sparkle. He, now, holds a picture
of Mom close to his heart.
No one can touch this private space.
It holds all his fond memories.
All that is left over belongs to us.
His kids circle around him.
We have his back. He was left
behind, but not, nearly, alone.
We sat like a circle around the table.
Our math teacher forced us to sit like that.
No one of us really talked, we all just did our thing.
,,adna is already starting to learn"
W e l l s h e i s. t h e. o n l y. o n e. d o i n g
a. n. y. t. t. hing
As if I care.
,,adna, did you have a crush once?", did they have a conversation about that before?
,,uh, no"
W. e. l l. I. d i. d. b u t h e h u r t e d m e b a d
Stare
Stare
Stare
He's watching me in scare, no I don't like it please,
,,Do you have people you don't like?",
My finger's itching.
,,Yeah, in the past I didn't really like to just block people but you know some things evolve-"
Ouch, it's again
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He's turned Red.
Why I don't want him to be, to see, to think of me like that.
The breath-taking rhythm and rhyme of the cosmic music
Venus dances in a little circle around the Earth.
Composed of five heart-shaped movements, psychotherapeutic
Isn't she the embodiment of love, beauty, and mirth?
Comprehensive courses in cohesion and cognition
Heart-shaped inferior and superior conjunction
A form akin to the petals of a primrose fission
spins clockwise on her axis with a flesh-blood affection.
Be gentle, sensitive, and compassionate. Venus says
Taste a planet of beauty, harmony, and aesthetics.
Unravel the mysteries of your romantic world ways
She presents and inspires gem-like feminine magnetics.
Problem-solving, risk-taking, compassion, all so intense
Your dance, O Venus, ever compresses good or bad sense.
Winter winds howl and rustle barren trees
As snowflakes coat like frosting and freeze
Dawn’s early pink colors emerge in the sky
The sun starts to warmly brighten and dry
Tree tops shimmer under the golden sun
The winter magic show has now begun
A red cardinal’s perched feasting on seed
His feathers glimmer as wet snowflakes bead
Snow sparkles like tiny diamond crystals
Blanketing the ground and nearby thistles
Squirrels scurry about chattering away
While busily stealing from feeders all day
Cedar waxwings feast on frozen berries
While their whistling chirping carries
Crows cackle and circle around
Heed warnings as snow surrounds
Nature carries on despite the bitter cold and snow
As Winter’s show magically glimmers and glows
Dainty hippo man with your light lovely lithe sprint
Your two-step makes my gleeful eyes squint
I love the way you circle around the room after a nap
With your shoes going sixty directions, tapping tap tap tap
Your top hat and cane make your dancing complete
It is energetic and exciting; it simply cannot be beat.
Dainty hippo man, you do such an amazing two-step.
With such a lovely kick, and engaging hippo pep.
Leaves circle around with the season's wind
Flowing across and through the skies
As fog gathers on mushy grass
Releasing the odor of the mud
("Dark Matters", 2017, original encaustic)
In the Night
Opposites attract
And so attracted bond
On the outside
It all appears so normal
While inside they dance
Or circle around in some kind of truce
Knowing they are stuck
Together as one
Until death do they part.
And when they part
Where do they go?
So many theories
Of the unknown
Fill the mind
Spilling over
The carefully drawn line of in and out
In the night
When all is calm
And the static inside becomes
The dream.
(11/10/23)
Candle
Wax:
A circle around fire;
Melt it; I burn—
With pastel oils,
That stick.
Scarring stays on;
While in my eyes, my heart
Flickers for more—
(It blushes at its own slipperiness inside)
For within, its gift— to hide.
All tones are the same—
(Dark and darker)
While the fire lets out its
final gasp—
Before all wanes into
Easy flesh.
Butterfly, Butterfly,
You're the nature's most creative splendor,
the color patterns on your wing are so pretty and vivid,
no designer or an artist can even apprehend it.
When you fly in bunches or you fly alone,
my garden springs to life with your inaudible song,
When you fly in circle around me,
I am stunned with the beauty of nature around me.
As a young boy,
I would chase you thru fields and parks,
I would even try to catch you,
while you were kissing your dream flower,
I would dance pretending to embrace you,
and dream of flying to the heavens with you.
You can fly with such a grace,
all thru the sunny days,
the wind does not make you stray,
the shadows do not deviate your ways.
Beholding you the Butterfly,
My heart fills with joy and hope,
with a new beginning in the spirit of my life,
My unfinished dreams come alive,
with the hope of reaching new ambitious heights.
Days have past, years are gone, time is spent trying to move on. The many tears that spilled through time have dried up and gone. The time that is gone didn’t release me to move beyond. The time in the past still lingers on within me as I try to not look back. The past is like a leaf trying to live on through the seasons. The future ahead in time is just within reach but I’m stuck, frozen, and undecided. The time that exist around me whispers if I should let go but keeps me frozen. So much was built and seeds have grown like full grown tulip’s in spring. The love isn’t gone just buried deep inside, because time has hid the truth. The stages of time circle around in my mind, but still undecided even as time moves on….
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