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Embarking on this dreamer's vessel
to find an Elysium never discovered by Man,
and as adventurous as Columbus was:
enamored with the passion of discovery,
I will find,by error,what other thought was an impossibility;
and without that elusive feeling, I'll sail
to the imaginary shore of Paradise,
to admire the emblazoned sunset...
Enacting drama, when thoughts confound,
will help keep my sanity constantly afloat...
and relying on my empiricism, as many have,
is a sure sign of the elements I will confront;
gifts of exquisite beauty I'll bring back
to elevate the saddened soul of the impatient,distrusting empress:
hoping she will show empathy, not bitterness!
Wind, pick up your currents and make my sails continuously flap!
Elysium, be reachable and embrace my cause...
not to let me despair any longer and die like amber,
exalt my vibrant spirit to emancipate these doubts and fears;
how will an hopeless captain affirm his convictions
when his affidavit becomes void and null?
Elysium, I rely on your generosity and friendly gesture,
to hasten my arrival on your grass-covered soil,
and should rain fall, I'll rinse myself in your pure waters!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Spring arrived, softer than the paling dawn
Wildflowers flourished across verdant hills
Bees were swarming, lush grass covered my lawn
in the season of splendor, as God wills
Glints of gold sunlight gleamed o'er pastel skies
Bird trills filled the air with resonant song
Life was a color palette through my eyes
On wafting breeze, monarchs fluttered in throng
What a joyous time when hope is renewed
Every living thing seems pure and pristine
Nature revived, and its beauty imbued
My heart is content and my soul, serene
God enfolds us in clement alms of Spring
The gentle season after Winter's sting
February 28, 2021
You left the garden in a mess.
Strange thing for a gardener.
But they say those with trades
leave their own home last on the list.
I remember rolling up my sleeves.
On my knees rolling like a carpet
the grass covered paths.
Between six raised beds.
And the shed full of discarded things.
Paint boxes, boat engines,
strimmer cord, trailing ivy
and electrical items that
no longer carried a spark.
In the dark of my broken dreams
it seems the garden wanted to heal.
I toiled and sweated in a blissful state.
Pulling weeds as if in prayer.
Uncovering tree roots along giant rocks.
The resulting bounty now
reflect those tears I shed.
In their center they carry
the memory of my hurt.
Their beauty bringing a smile.
06/05/2019
In Halloween week once the days have turned dark
He lurks where the lamplight cannot leave it’s mark
And late night dog walkers whose dogs do not bark
All steer a wide path as he harvests the park
By day he is nought but a grass covered mound
But a light in the night would show flat level ground
His nocturnal quarter a shady enclave
And there he will wait for the dim…. or the brave
This giant whose mouth is a ravenous cavern
To vacuum up strollers too long in the tavern
Each rushing home to an ill-tempered wife
He fillets their bones with no cleaver or knife
His yawn reveals hundreds of stalactite teeth
His tongue is as rough as a storm ravaged reef
And with hunger sated he shall not be found
As he rests for a year as a grass covered mound
15 October 2022
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A distant memory upon the winter breeze
The spring scent of fertile chessnut trees
So broad and strong standing tall against the storms
Producing bushels of sweet sustanace and burs of thorns
I remember when I stood so strong against the wind
Branching out to produce and provide a home and win
There were many storms and burs of thorns
That produced sweet sustance of memories adored
Like the nuts of that tree my family is scattered
I am alone with not much that matters
The tree was cut down by those who knew not its great worth
Nothing left of it to remember but grass covered earth
One day I to will go down, only a memory in someone to be found
And as the tree I will be grass and ground
THE SCENT OF EARTH
Modern cities have grown in all possible direction
Captured by construction, expanses of soil aren’t seen
I live in a concrete jungle, our avant-garde creation
An uprooted tree, at all times I feel suffocated within
I wish so much I could go back where I had once been.
I remember fondly the green hamlet where I was born
On my eyes childhood memories hang like framed picture
The grass-covered land rolled with trees to the horizon
The land and the sky made for me an enchanting pair
I grew up there imbibing the pristine elements of nature.
After the scorching summer when the first rains fell
In relief the parched soil sighed exhaling the scent of earth
Embraced me with aromatic arms of nature I knew so well
The scent still wafts in me, nobody in city knows its worth
With the first rain I’ll return to a green land in my next birth.
February 18, 2018.
Summer Has Gone
The green grass covered wet like tears from autumns sky, the red orange and amber brown golden leaves fall gently from the trees, to be moved on the wind like that of a mothers breath who wishes her baby gentle sleep.
No clouds above to be seen, just the movements of birds heading to new places filled with the heat of a warm loving sun, while darkness covers this land so early leaving nothing to be seen.
Summer has left to be replaced with the coldness of empty and broken hearts, promises not kept just the hurt, the creeping of a winter that now fills lonely dreams.
Soon a blanket of white crisp snow covers this land, that once was filled with joyous sound across rolling valleys up and down hills near and far. Oh, how cruel is the time, it's veil pulled tightly close, a blanket of memories left behind; the only thing of a summer now gone.
By Patrick D
gray day
gray velvet
velvet pillows
velvet cheeks
cheeks flushed
cheeks pale white
white as snow
white as paper
paper cranes
paper boats
boats which sail ponds
boats reflected
reflected from clouds forms
forms made by children
forms diminutive
diminutive fingers
diminutive toes
toes cool in the water
toes nibbled
nibbled peanut butter sandwiches
nibbled blueberries
blueberry skies
blueberry tongues
tongues of storm
tongues of rain
rain on the lashes
rain on the grass
grass covered in droplets
grass Kelly green
green luscious in low light
green wet and clean
clean as the storm crossed day
clean as an oragami lily
lily of the valley
lily sweet the day
day of cool quietude
day subtle and warm
warm as hot caramel
warm as your arms
arms strong
arms engulfing
engulfing the sky and earth
engulfing the passive scene
scene full of storm clouds now
scene of umbrella laughter
laughter of children pink-cheeked
laughter in sapphire eyes
eyes mischievous
mischievous
eyes
He never loved her and yet her breath of life is gone she laid there yes he kissed her yet he still had his life but yet put asunder he did wonder Could have been different can he have not been put to shame yet he didn't even know her spiritual name
She is still not breathing yet she lays there covered in her Daddy's dress this man yet still stands he sheds a tear he believes in her but yet she lays there at rest
Due somber times yet in summertime he awakens in the heat he looks around him and he finds that the soles of his feet grass covered grounds he realizes now she's below but that's not her true essence for her Spirit Soul has risen and now in the presents of the Lord
She was only known to him let it be who's him yet through pain and grief he sighs he cries he says goodbye to the one who took on his name
Yet lastly is it truly over because his breath is still his he can't even remember the last time he felt her breath caressing surrounding him so he endeavors do not remember her sweet message but this is my message to the widowers you must confess this God has taken his daughter back and she's awake in his arms not asleep nor at rest she is with her father now for eternity and she leaves with you God bless
2/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Late afternoon sunshine streaming
Through the swaying green net
Of this years growth of hedge
I’ve not got round to cutting yet.
Got to get my finger out
Because I know it’s best
To get it done and dusted
Before the birds start to nest.
The grass has had its first trim
It’s looking lush and green
The garden’s starting to look
The best that it’s ever been.
Last year I sunk a small pond
At the sheltered edge of the lawn
With a bit of luck this year
We’ll have plenty of frog spawn.
There’s a Dove in the tree
And it’s gently cooing away
I can hear voices of children
Squabbling as they play.
Hard frost this morning
An almost magical sight
Seeing the grass covered
With a coat of gleaming white.
This is semi rural Yorkshire
As afternoon slips into night
On an early spring day when
Everything has been just right.
You can wander the world
Always searching for more
I’ll stay and enjoy the beauty
Found outside my back door.