The bitterly heavy rains had cleared,
and though the afternoon heat
reeked more of eternal summer
than of spring, we felt her hover
through our wide-eyed gazes,
the unapologetic smiles and in
every wrong turn taken, in
every awkward interaction.
Amidst a meadow of paper and texts,
fresh intellect shows signs of blossom
while the wardens of nature -
the lapwings and ravens - observe
the dawn of a season of rebirth.
A/N: I just started my university journey, and my father (who also went to the same uni like 35 years ago) saw the common areas of the university packed with undergrads and commented on how it looked like spring in full bloom. I really liked that imagery, and I told him I'd write a poem on it, so here we are. I also incorporated some other observations I'd made - like how animals (especially birds) were super tame on campus grounds.
Categories:
lapwings, education, imagery, nature, spring,
Form: Free verse
Silver foil sea glittering
crinkled cauldron surface slowly swirling
Lazy waves folding flashing
Sheet molten run up close then drain away
Steel sky and the arc-hung sun
Smoke clouds piled on Black Combe
Sandpipers, a butterfly shoal swinging swerving
and a solitary bird hurtles joyously
Languid gulls drink sun
Windmills wave to no one
Stones ground round by the silver sea
will become sand, rippled strand
A lone oyster-catcher musing by the water
moves on to muse again
Heat haze waves ripple the sea edge
on the shingle scree
Ocean of air and light, slow currents
Sound of many waters blown across my ears
Piping birds
Smell of the shore
A lark hung like a kite descending on its wire
unwinding its breathless trill across the dune hills
Lapwings hummed and clicked and whistled overhead
Little birds bouncing chirping on the wind
The lark reels on
Violets on the great dunes and small beetles with wheel-spin in the sand
Two brown rabbits crouched, watched
then hopped off
Pink horsetail tips like asparagus
stretched upwards by a bench
It seemed a long walk back
through the golden gorse
and the burnt gorse
which the council saw fit to clear
4.01
Categories:
lapwings, beach,
Form: Free verse
I miss you, already
Your rough beauty
How you pretend to be wild
Being already postmodern.
The swings in your mood
Welcoming and repelling me,
Caressing me, bringing me down.
Your invitations to dive into sins
Gluttony, sloth, lust and death -
When in fact, you were bringing me back to life.
A part of me is kept with you
Taken by the roar and fury of your waters
Against the Moles
Against your basalt towers.
Kept in the flight of the lapwings,
Of the swallows
In the height of your trees
In the stones on the corner of the beach of Cal
In the shyness and candor of your people
In the insensitiveness of your guests
In the sincere passion of one of your sons
With pearly blue marbles for eyes
Who never tires of telling about your beauties
Remains with you, a piece of me
Stuck in the whistle of these very waters
When they calm down
Washing the sands
Shaking the mussels
Shhh ... shhh ... shhh ... shhh
One day I will come back to see you, Torres
And make myself whole again.
Torres is the first city of Rio Grande do Sul State, the most southern state of Brazil. I've fallen in love with it.
Categories:
lapwings, absence, adventure, beach, longing,
Form: Free verse
drunken dive bombers
peewit lapwings courtship play
above wet birds lake
giant crawls up hill
makes lincolnshire wold of
our detritus fen
Categories:
lapwings, nature,
Form: Haiku
drunken dive bombers
peewit lapwings courtship play
above wet birds lake
giant crawls up hill
makes lincolnshire wold of
our detritus fen
Categories:
lapwings, nature,
Form: Haiku
My soul flies over hill and dales
Where rainbows sit in fairy tales
Butterflies dance pale blue skies
A skylarks throat love it cries
In open fields the grasses sway
Time and breeze doth gently play
A deceit of Lapwings dip and dive
The glinting sun the hearts alive
Shorts and nettled legs the proof
The heady days of innocent youth
Oh how I took those days in vain
But clinging memories shall remain
With heavy heart I sit and contemplate
This monstrosity of an industrial estate
No more paper boats on babbling brook
With all the beauty that progress took
Poisoned waters and toxic land
Smites the palm of natures hand
Adapt, adjust she will surely try
Alas of me
how can
I
Categories:
lapwings, sad
Form: Rhyme