Within nature, Man is unique,
for He is a sentient being.
An abstract thinker who can speak;
within nature: Man is unique.
Utilizing speech and technique;
Man is astute and farseeing.
Within nature, Man is unique,
for He is a sentient being.
Man is astute and farseeing;
imbued with the power of thought,
He can believe without seeing.
Man is astute and farseeing,
and an emotional being;
that can do what nature cannot.
Man is astute and farseeing;
imbued with the power of thought.
I am thousands of feet below your surface,
you're deep.
Your inner worlds are legendary
lovely to explore with a farseeing mind
but I'm going deeper
the landscape is changing,
hell holes spew a residual purulence
like long popped pimples
now they have become
rugged antediluvian volcanos.
The badlands slowly give way,
I enter alien territory
a spherical spacecraft is sighted,
no i'm mistaken
its a crusty old golf ball
you once hooked into the rough
in a former existence.
Sweet grassland now
but it's not of your earth or mine.
Perhaps it is a mind within a mind
it pulsates.
I am beginning to realize
that the only way out of here
is to be one of your dream lovers
we can share memories
of being worlds within worlds
two inner space beings
and deep
so very deep.
Across the Heath the chill'ed land’s in sleep
The Bushes hunched, the bare trees holding still
In cyclic pattern: seasons’ lives bespeak
Not grip of death but life's farseeing will
That shall revive and Nature’s wish fulfil
26 December 2021
Bite Size Poem #31 Poetry Contest
FEBRUARY ON WILDMOOR HEATH
Across the Heath the chill'ed land is sleeping
The cyclic pattern of seasonal life bespeaking
Bushes hunched, bare trees holding themselves still
Not restrained by death but life's farseeing will
The grasses, sedge and reeds withered dried and flaxen
Restrained soft shades of colours' rarefaction
Only holly and pine maintain pigmentation verdant
Not yet time to select a spectrum more divergent
With wisdom each life employs a cautious strategy
Not now to dare the relentless advance of entropy
They bide their time, for the moment they can delay
The ineluctable annual vernal affray
In a score of days and nights life will be stirring
The survival drive restored and action spurring
Mother Nature will awaken stretch and yawn
But for now deepest sleep is just before the dawn
Another defeat befalls her day,
finding herself in that poignance dismay,
leaving that yearning minds once again,
grazing by thorns, along that bloody lane.
Dashing hopes, he always grants her,
with her yelling hurt, yet she pleases her dear,
eyes pretending, in dark despair she lies,
her blissful moments, in their everlasting goodbyes.
Farseeing a blind, what awaits her fate,
deprived of a past, in weary she waits,
a downpour it heaps, who else will solace?
victim she becomes, in his devilish disgrace.
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