Spring Sonnet
The microscopic lifeforms in my soil
Sense the rising in degrees Celsius.
Old Summer’s red wiggler worms now uncoil,
While hungry birds look down most odious.
Most showers now done, the weeds envelope
The surviving herbs, flowers, plus veggies.
Like the weeds, slimy molluscs interlope,
Quitting the shadows with their progenies.
Scooping composted chicken & steer
Into my orange Home Depot buckets;
Troweling in costly mineral grit -
Then turning the soils, crushing silt nuggets.
The difficult tasks done, seeds in the grounds –
October pumpkins will surround the mounds.
ORGANICS
natural
from
within
a
thought
passionate
alive
not
prescribed
emerges
a perception
a form
beyond
forms
to occur
innately
new
unexpected
novel
individual
unprecedented
spontaneous&
pre-existent
in
its
freshness
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
ORGANICS
a vision
connects
elements
of
universal
encounters
renewing
expectations
a dialogue
of
the underlying
timeline
into
a
rhythm
of
breathing
revealing
contemporary
fractures
placing
eloquence
at the heart
&
core of
universal
language
releasing
falsity
&tension
voicing
underlying
revelation
&
galvanising
expression
of the variations
&subtleties
of being
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
To live or to survive
It is a hard time
After the epidemic
Comes the economic crisis
Not enough food
We grow our own vegetables
Not enough chickens
We rear our own chickens
Nothing to do with money
But when not enough money
People can bribe
We can do nothing
Even when we retire with some money
They cannot buy all the necessities
And happiness
We still have to work
To crack our heads
To survive
To feed ourselves
With organics
With vaccines
With logics
With humanity
And so
We have to believe that
God will only help those
Who help themselves
ORGANICS
unusually seen
showcased
structures
installed
as a
visual agendas
so
intriguing
a reminiscent
meander
in provocative
ideas
that intersect
to be preserved
educate
&to interact with
the creative
a
minimalist
feeling of being
an
empty space
sans awareness
emanating
from
traces of sans
the invisible
everywhere
then
to disappear.
silent
as
layered light
translucent
thru a
glass window
so organic &
surprising
a kaleidoscope
of the unfamiliar
remnants of
tapestries
revered
&futuristic
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
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