I followed the path because I recognised it
as the path that followed me
sunlight made the pebbles paler
as I made them darker like a shadow
I rounded a bend in the path
as the path rounded the bend in my arm
circling my palm, circling a lake
I walked as the path, the route I was taking
this 'outside' taking me
as the pebbles ignored me,
as the birds sang, as the ferns feathered
my woes - the gnarly roots up-earthing,
my sudden funny thoughts - the rays
shooting between the branches
I think they knew
but they didn't say, just welcomed me
in my time of need
I think they knew the darkness in my room
unfinished hobbies overwhelming time
left aside, strewn and scattered
sometimes pen tore through paper
on an over-turned table
I looked behind
the path was scored, gauged by my drag
as I rounded the path
as the path rounded me
Sonorous nightingales singing through the night
Sun climbing in the sky, calling in daylight
A whispering wind echoes through spaces
Mans' traveling and signing notes wearing many faces
Dealings, meetings, emails, and calls the day long
Soon the sun will sit down again and the nightingales will
reunite with their song
By the wayside the calling of nature;
The four seasons in a change;
Four times four stages in life;
Universal charge earthing cabin;
Natural phenomenal created by God for sure;
Just like in his bow in the sky ;
Colors vibrant changes on the ground;
Vivint vibrant majestic physiological colors autumns found;
10/16/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Gathering nature
New plants awaiting Earthing
A ready garden.
A void of darkness
Amidst the universe
Nothing emerges
No light can escape
A limbo vast yet weightless
Puzzling yet clueless
While scientist fascinate
Mad men hallucinate
Thy object of admiration
A force of gravitation
Forever a mystery
Worth earthing its history
Down the street at the corner, the sodium
Streetlight casts an eerie-yellow glow on the sidewalk
Below, a feint hissing sound emanating from escaped
Gasses. Up the stairs, just a few feet away, I'm narrating
A sequence of myself carrying a large kettle filled with
Chili, my look confident, my shirt spattered with
Bubbling sauce, unseen are the remnants of the
Bomb
Blast...blood-stained parts of a little boy's shoes, fallen
Off as he crawled home, not quite to the door.
Sleeplessness, a byproduct of artificial LED lighting,
Historians
Agreed
Where hand -held devices and
Computer screens disrupted tidal waves in our brains,
Leading to irrational decisions by our
Leaders, dooming
Civilizations not yet born,
New, 6-handed life forms were
Imported from other planets
Un-earthing gold and iridium, along
With relics from the 21st. century,
In an effort to more
Accurately erect memorials to a
Vanished society,
The
Chili
Was
Good
11/8/14
© james marshall goff
Mad moments mesh mind mystery;
Yesterdays yield yonder yeses;
Sight sensuous stash sync sensibly;
Thrust tensile thrill to touch tresses;
Empty emote ends each earthing;
Ready ripe rock rustling rich roast;
Yesterdays yoke yield young yawning.
Mind mulling mock moves motive most;
Aplomb appease asking appliqué;
Seize subtle space singing sweetly;
Troubles trace tease trembling technique;
Endow encase embalm empty;
Rich rides revoke reel remaking;
Yesterdays yoke yonder yielding.
Leon Enriquez
14 June 2014
Singapore
(Note: This poem is a Sonnet with Alliteration.)
Take the rope, boy, pull the hawser hard,
The knot must sit firm and tight.
Remember, we sailed by starlit skies
as the sea took us far from cradling coasts,
far from the sheltering bays and beaches
To where no earth scent reaches
The salt-stained sea-spattered air;
And the gulls, oh, the gulls, sailed
High and morose,
In their flight no memory of land.
Pull harder, boy, harder, and show me your strength,
Pull hard on that hawser with all of your might!
We lived on fish so easy to catch,
Of man they knew nothing,
The virgin shimmering tufted blue
The sky a wan, unearthly hue,
And we sailed and we sailed
Till the limp skies paled,
Till the night gathered round
And the world had no sound.
That’s it! Yes! I feel the ship berthing,
Earthing, and my head so light!
We lived the waves’ unruly heave,
The lurching slapping lapping swagger,
We drew lines between the stars
And danced our eyes on dead horizons,
We lived the stunned torpor of water
When the wind slept its sudden sleep.
We lived beyond life for far too long,
And long now for life once more.
So heave to, my boy, I'll jump ashore,
It takes but a moment to snuff the light.
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