The smallest of seeds falls and amalgamates with the earth.
Amidst dust to dust, mist, manure, and moisture gain rebirth.
Leaf evolution, stem elongation, and florescence
With sun-lit yellow blooms, it reaches its adolescence.
Like a vulture, it spreads its wings of bold bushy branches.
Towards giving rest to birds of all kinds, it advances.
From a wheatish tone, the colour of seeds slowly turns brown.
Into globular black painite granule finds its renown.
All these were hidden within these as a seed when it fell.
As a seed yielding shrub, it has many tales to tell.
Adding taste to the food and serving as herbs to good health
Is not a mustard seed a gem of herbaceous wealth?
Divine kingdom, though humble in stature, is marvellous.
To seek this, yet, you asked them, shouldn't each one be righteous?
Tiny! Chocolate grain! Medicine for the mind and heart!
In nature's senses of flavours, doesn't this play a part?
Didn't it look granule-like when you the Trinity sowed?
It grew like your kingdom, sheltering the humble and proud.
Calming the heartache, stilling the mind, strengthening the bones
The shrub grown out of the mustard seed withstands all cyclones.
Dead in summer! Rose in trains! Shy in the shades of winter!
Though its leaves fall in the fall, who could its spring-growth hinder?
Doesn’t the mustard bear the wrath of the shines and showers?
Till seedness is stilled as a seed, fate, like a fog, hovers.
Is the metamorphosis monopoly of the flies?
Into each of its thick and thin, it looks towards the skies.
Who was an ignorant who couldn't understand the fact?
What else, except the fact, here on this earth, remains in tact?
The beauty of nature
one sand granule at a time
being carried from one unknown place to another
to be lost within the depths of the tides
clinging to its home on the shores
by the sea I can see
the beauty of nature
one wave lashing at a time
bringing with it the roar of it's anger
Lemon tinted phase
gilded skyline blown
by ethereal fused mist
eager bard imbued
opal dream flotilla
beyond tarnish while
flash point chariots
of gleam-well canvass
astir or astern perforce
taunt a hued vase
porcelain image fest
for stoic earthbound
soul’s cry parched
stoic migrant famish
sapphire plume ray
bounty veridical
pink chalk sketch
granule blush pots
pearl beam spur
to jumpy pilgrim
white elephant garb
drifter’s lull prone
metre of skewed
and barren glib
dull tossed aside
rambles and brambles
from cerebral quartz
grey quirky quill
nose twitch petrichor
glacé smelt rain
lava veined fillip
fervent fetal floe
ignited indigo inkling
as noonday nuanced
glance en dash
away from orange
peel cloud skies
toward spring rush
urban junction fare
as founding cue
for zeitgeist driven
western world eden
"Pipeline: Hawaii's North Shore where Championship Surfing Meets are held, remains the deadliest since records began in the 60s."
Golden shores surfed duo gift essence new threshold,
History made two by sea,
Footprint holds their granule sunk traces, queues the bold,
Long woods wee came two by sea,
Boarders store their sea tools drift faces, cue behold,
Fantasy dreams two by sea,
Reckon calls pair home schools feet races fuel's the sold,
Handily swims two by sea,
Loop unfolds those who rules hunk intense corkscrew rolled,
Gone absentees are two by sea,
Fathom pulls remain cool surfaces, two consoled,
Breathing-free crawls two by sea,
Jettisons beached dual shift places cruise controlled,
Rest at ease lays two by sea,
Ponder hauls twain unspool whiffed graces schooled withhold,
Bended knees pray two by sea,
Covered boards bros no fools--but in case, 'Win the Gold',
*Pipeline be? Two if's by sea?
*HMS; Anapestic tetrameter.
It goes right through my heart
A layer by layer
A granule by granule
The glass shatters
Making it impervious to life
And stopped without a beat
How a word can make a difference
And lay one dead.
M-ind
A-nd
R-eminiscing
L-et
Y-ou
N-icely
P-onder
O-ld
N-erve
T-hinking
I-n
G-ranule
O-f
N-euron
Topic: Birthday of Marlyn Pontigon (June 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A speck of dust, a gritty granule, a mote of dirt,
A flake, a particle, a granule, a tiny remnant of what used to be.
A hotchpotch rabble assortment littering every nook and cranny,
Everywhere is dusty, dowdy, and dusky dusted.
Dust floats, flies on the wind, scatters about, makes a mess.
Always there needing to be swept up, brushed aside and cleaned away.
All matter is rendered asunder to dust in destiny's fate.
Each skerrick of dust a tiny full stop,
At the end to its saga of life and decay.
Stop a while and peer at your dust
Before you throw it away.
To wonder and marvel at such a diverse array of remnants
Of entropy personified in such disorder.
And to wonder where each speck, mote and morsel of dust came from.
Moon-bounced light, flint-hard
meets my eyes
cold air, sharp as a shard
of glass
slices my nose and sears
my ears
Yet this is warmth, the arena of life’s race
the cosmic granule on which we breathing
creatures cling
not the absolute, the devastating
cold deep space
Not a soul was once aboard
this universe
No heart soared
and sang its beauty, marveled its force
Mary Celeste sailed time’s ocean
with no crew to mark her course
At the still bucking caribou calf I see the grizzly gnaw
yet of nature’s splendour I cannot lose my awe
Small grains of sand come trickling down
Eluding all my reason's understanding
Flyspeck granule , all demanding
Time worn thoughts of days unwinding
Hourglass, my dark companion
Reminds me of the timeless questions
I watch sand fall and feel so small
A meager doll, that's all I am
One by one...how can it be
each speck will tick my life away?
I watch them flow.......they slowly slip
right through my hand and fingertips...
Each glimpse, so brief before they fall
Each grain is gone from yesterday
And fleet as rain, that comes today
I turn you up, around you go
Watching sand, is life rewound
Behind the glass the days decline
Like spindled thread, the time unwinds
Sand dwindles from my life...I see
The spindle turn, what's left of me
Will swirl and twirl, and drift away
To weave with threads of history
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Inspired by Jeremy Martin's Contest: "Objectify Me" Hourglass/Doll/Spindle
Running river so bold and tranquil. beautiful color
absorbed into each other as patches of rainbows.
drenched into perfection.
The water flows as an elegant seagull.
Flowing up over the rocks nestled in line
and each tiny rock like a granule.
The tranquil but yet bold sound is like a
rumbling heart beat that tip toes
on your heart.
...however as he slothfully reclined
Banking himself on the cold steel bench
Dilemma gripped nastily on his shoulders;
The clouds pace above and as if alive
Winked at him- pulling memories from behind
"Oh yes, we are but a speck of a seed
A granule, puny and almost trivial
By how- minute as we- pull off an impact
Than a lone tree in a dry sunny land
And lighted cottage amidst dark forest indeed?"
Resounding they truly are, his mentor's words
Past and spoken, long uttered in the wind.
Yet it reverberates from the turquoise skyscrapers
To the bench he sat beside his proud Ford.
"For the proper or for the practical thing?"
An innocent query shrieking upon the silence.
a galleon of betterment versus virtue;
The bright clouds blots his space on the wide greenery.
"Affirmative." A salmon is going upstream.
I am remembering you when it was all so good.
Simply because you will never lose your shine!
On top of your head is a radiating golden shrine.
One by one and row by row is where we all stood.
If you wouldn’t and they didn’t, then I could.
Embedded in these visions is a sight so divine.
Looking back at you or me is where I do twine.
Leaps in faith bound following us as it should.
Midnight skies speak so clearly to me,
And every Star I know and you know,
In every granule of sand it is you I see.
That’s why the Sun and Moon still glow.
It is not certain if time runs too late for anybody to wait.
If vision still serves me well I’m looking at a twist of fate.
® Registered: Ann Rich 2009
A man with no face
No history to find
Deleted the world
Lost in the life of his mind
Had everything at his finger tips
But his silence cut off his hands
Leaving the one who loved
Buried in the desert sands
Thirsty for his attention
One granule for every thought
She filled her mouth with dirt
Until she could move not
She begged and pleaded
Got nothing in return
Tears could not put out the fire
A heart, once again, burned
He took away the memories
The family that was dear
Silenced the one who loved him
Love lost to fear?
Live and let live
That's what they say
He killed a part of the soul
Each and every day
She heard a faint voice
A little girl stood by her side
"Mum, I love you"
She then began to cry
"Don't give up
I need you too much
Carry me to the land of love
Teach me and such
I am scared to live
Please show me the way
I will not silence
My love is here to stay"
Mud came spewing out
Her lungs filled with air
She hugged the little girl
And they walked into a world so unfair
You cannot teach someone to love
Remember the children
When something goes wrong
They are the innocent
Single granule,begin it's form
as a stone at birth,becoming bones of the earth
mountain spur which stir incite
the rising of majestc heights....
Single snowflake,lightly will fall
joining others to form a ball
snowpacked hillside avalanche
compression layers slide advance....
Single sand,to form a jewel
within' it's shell an oyster's globule.....
Single thought....a pearl of wisdom
given time to form it's kingdom.....
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