While the sky weeps drops of woe
Every child of nature seeks to stow
Layers of warmth against the coming cold,
Children listen to tales told of long ago
Of journeys bold on ships like pearls,
Majestic winds in sails unfurled,
Engulfed with hope of promised gold.
Now winds of cold strip leaves of gold,
Odiously pulling lives from summer ease,
Venom’s cold from mountain tops to seize
Every creature comfort from the sun,
Mayhap you can try to run
Beneath short cold days and long cold nights,
Even huddle in the fire’s light,
Ravenous cold still creeps through holes.
The moon rises over the mountain.
Vertigo makes me feel like I may
fall into it.
Thoughts of the day, play in fast
forward.
The things that went wrong, things
that made a sound reach your lips.
Then I saw you standing there.
The feeling, of seeing you there, rescues
from the melancholy.
Moving through the city, like urban shaman.
Knowing the real from those things
that are but hollow promises.
We search for that place of possibilities,
some say australia, others point to
the sky.
Then as we look into each other's eyes,
we find that court of creature comfort.
A place of forests and castles, any place,
that loves' royalty... would call home!
As nightly rituals go
Mine is whattapping my old
sister good night in South Africa
And tonight she said a storm is
a brewing
And the only thing that South Africa
does better than extreme corruption
is electric thunderstorms
So much so when she was a child
she used to creep into my parents
bedroom
So my Dad could cradle
her while keeping her safe and watching it beside her
And in so doing turned the fear
of thunder and lighting into a
form of creature comfort and
the happiest of memory
By the wayside path
Stray dog sleeps;
Dreams of creature comfort
~~~~~~~~~
Morning routines call
Song bird on ledge;
Cheery inspiration
~~~~~~~~~
Early rising
Voice of morning;
Cold air startles
~~~~~~~~~
Words spring to cite
Crafty craft surge;
Thoughts and symbols
~~~~~~~~~
Festive fare
Moon cakes;
Mid-autumn sparkles
~~~~~~~~~
Plumeria hues
Flowery carpet;
Pathway frills and spills
~~~~~~~~~
By this stone bench
Bird wing quartet sing;
Dazzling repertoire
~~~~~~~~~
Dawn hurls brightness
Touch of new joy;
Nature nurtures all
~~~~~~~~~
Moments here
Lake waters swift;
Nightfall canopy
~~~~~~~~~
Whispers in the wind
Song of long ago;
Profound revelations
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
15 August 2014
Singapore
In the midst of the dewdrops that sparkle the morning
the bluebird of happiness sang without warning.
Basking in the sun of a new day's light
then spreading it's wings for a first day flight.
The sun grew so large in the painted sky
while creatures stirred in the forest nearby.
Frolicking in the shadows the animals play
in search of new adventures that may come their way.
They stop and they sniff as humans come near
to their woodland home but they feel no fear.
As the dewdrops fade into afternoon delight
the evening comes a calling with a beautiful starlit night.
The furry ones scurry towards peaceful repose.
In the forest they'll sleep till the morning light glows.
Peace and love flourish in this forest all day long.
May your mind enjoy the beauty before it's all gone.
7-15-13
Thanks Deb... I enjoyed working on this with you as well...
In the midst of the dewdrops that sparkle the morning
the bluebird of happiness sang without warning.
Basking in the sun of a new day's light
then spreading it's wings for a first day flight.
The sun grew so large in the painted sky
while creatures stirred in the forest nearby.
Frolicking in the shadows the animals play
in search of new adventures that may come their way.
They stop and they sniff as humans come near
to their woodland home but they feel no fear.
As the dewdrops fade into afternoon delight
the evening comes a calling with a beautiful starlit night.
The furry ones scurry towards peaceful repose.
In the forest they'll sleep till the morning light glows.
Peace and love flourish in this forest all day long.
May your mind enjoy the beauty before it's all gone.
Thanks Dan...enjoyed working on this with you!
You speak of love
And I
Suddenly
No mere Jason for a mother's life
Cannot shake how flimsy
The promises of loyalty sail
The desert sea of needs.
And so beyond
The gourmet of the eyes
For swivelling hips and honeycomb drips
I sought my paradise
Beyond the wilting flowers of lips
And coming back to port
Accepted whatever creature comfort
Bloomed on providence
For I
Muted in sorrow still must tell
The Holy Grail
Was only the casting
Of desire's spell.
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