Upon a forest floor where many lie
and breezes stir, the upper branches bent
to meet the final breath of shrivelled sigh,
a leaf would cling to heaven’s tears when sent.
Its youthful lustre now recalled through tales
as varied as seasons – verdant meadow
below the clouds which often yield to gales
then scud along periphery of show.
When thermal blast from forest fires above
an ocean scape of waves competing in sound
with rumbling progress fits the Man like glove
through ignorance – eventually hound.
A leaf in woods that’s silent, is the Hope
we need to cling to – shadows rest on slope.
Once closer, that furthest
Away is in tone.
Urban-flashed and urban- buzzed
From the rustic one.
Linked but of this, a track.
And thin! And of mud!
Mother's call, late afternoons
Cow to which did scud!
Billions of years in the universe of time, millions of solar systems
galaxies, living stars, dead stars, speeding starlights of dead worlds
My solitude is this life, scud through in infinity, in the space, a cold life
I am just a pebble, like my brothers in the ocean. This is our life
No one understands us. Suffering my asteroid heart. I can’t land
I can’t find a stable place for my billions of years old life. Oh God!
I can’t find a heart, a lifemate, a love, a woman, I can’t create a family
Because I have to move always. My end is the scud, the speed. Hmm
No stop. Never. Just go, go, go… No time to die. But I need. Long this
Hmm. My nature, my life is my end. If I land, then I will explode
Nothing will remain of my life
Just my invisible grave in the crater
Hmm
This is
The Poor
Asterid
Life
I will continue my life
In the ocean
I am madly alive today,
one has to get mad not to be dead.
I wander out,
wending through myself
allowing the warm west wind
kiss the thin ice of a low mood.
Smiles light up my gladding blood,
clouds scud.
I take the bright light
in the field rabbits' eyes,
to set fire to my own sight.
I must give praise to whatever,
I see it threading my reality
through this warm breath of infinity,
both I and it are madly in love
with every crazy-hearted lover.
This boisterous day
the Westerlies do blow,
and the Spring air leaps
as sprightly as a young girl
running over
a sweetly waving meadow -
and by god -
I am mad to be that green grass
beneath her!
A restless sky becomes
a high operatic act,
a bright stratosphere
stage lights that performance art.
Then there is the counterpoint
of a calm cloudiness,
slow variations
writing airy, occasional music.
Clouds scud and billow,
a nymphic dance
dressed to mesmerize.
The misty nebular is symphonic,
always beginning
always unfinished.
Rhythmic movements
that are joined
to the beat of your heart.
When you gaze through
that first window of light,
when you raise your spiritual baton
in that open air concert
you are both
the music and the audience.
Upon the slow-flowing river,
Suddenly swans
Scud quickly away.
From round the bend I gracefully glide,
I am the queen of them all.
And quickly my king arrives.
The dance of love begins.
We bob our heads, wings quivering,
Necks entwined.
Unruffled snow-white plumage.
In time my eggs are hatched,
Cygnets are so cute.
How quickly they grow.
Now we are a royal family
Suddenly swans.
Also named the hummingbird vine
the hummingbirds adore this bud
it is a perennial beauty
a star shaped flower so divine;
with varied shades it loves to flood
the garden, she is so lovely
that the bearded thornbills pine
for her sweet nectar summer sud
and love, she is a sight to see
This flower blossoms with ol' shine
inviting him for gentle scud
across the gentle folds with glee;
She consigns her candied nectar,
to a hummingbird injector.
June 14, 2023
Sponsor Joseph May
Contest Name Trilonnet Chose Image # 3
Today we went to the zoo,
clouds scud high and the sky was blue.
Mum,sis and me filed in the queue,
Gran and Gramps waited too.
Giant giraffes,six metres tall,
looked over a stable stall.
Short sighted rhinos with a keen sense of smell,
hippos wallowing in a mud-filled well.
Asian elephants lifting logs,
leaving the crowd all agog.
Gorillas foraging fancy free,
penguins 'catching' fish for tea.
Free to roam,bok and antelope,
sea lions leaping over a rope.
Amazing scenes to recall and digest,
picnic places to eat and rest.
Gift shop,ices and more besides,
entertainment diverse and wide.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
The wind is up and roaring.
Thrashing tree's fling Autumn away.
Clouds scud like ghost ships
and we struggle to keep steady
on backyard decking's.
Most heads are down
as we walk alone leaf-blown.
Some miss the late sun,
most breathe deeper
the cooler air mussing hair
as lungs billow like sails.
Color and gray vie,
they battle in the sky
and who or what will win
is up for gusty grabs.
A new experience,
Knocks the door of your heart,
You let it in, in silence;
Little knowing, bliss is miles apart.
Swaying you off stability,
Staining your nerves and lifeblood,
And robbing your serenity,
You find your heart buried in mud.
That ticker strives hard,
To beat and beat; push past the pain.
The air of stupor is barred,
Letting the feelings of embrace rain.
Washing off the mud
Of dead and depressed emotions...
Mitigation begins to scud,
Breathing new life in blood’s ocean.
Long back, a new experience,
Knocked the door of your heart,
You let it in, in utter silence;
Little knowing, it’s actually an art.
There is a part of me, an obscure mossy part
that is an underlay, a lichen-like carpeting
of scud and muddy surf that some might call earth.
Within that membranous sub-coat
neither devils nor angles live, yet there are creatures
they merge and mingle swapping their miniscule bodies
with each other just to scurry hither and thither
as different aspects of a microcosmic,
yet ever growing awareness.
I think sweet St Francis would have seen through me;
I believe he would have blessed my animalistic sub-existence
while teaching each germy, parasitical, symbiotic
cellular organism of mine how to knit together
the image of God in this filmy mire.
I simply find out how to get two hours of sleep.
A walled bastion around your neck is steep.
Elitists commend this moderate landmark.
While visiting vacationers all around the park.
Here's the way your body will in general look.
Arms are stone squares stained with a nook.
A fleece tee lands on the body with a thud.
Despite that, late spring clothing is very scud.
They linger the same as wet palm fronds.
To the path, skirting the drain's ponds
Your toe pain is a metaphor for it anyway.
I squirreled away in a pair of boots to stay.
On the road, the eyelids are shovels.
The white line devours the car's labels.
Written: November 14, 2021
I found a stream running down beside a landscape,
chuckling as it splashed. I envy its intimacy with nature.
I tread softly along in dreamy euphoria,
picking flowers and tossing them into the water.
I watched them float and form a quilt of color
until light was purpling, and I felt the keening of ghosts
while a half-moon hid behind a moving veil of cloud.
Stars begin to scud the sky,
towers of clouds poised like opera curtains
the earth below a stage on opening night.
I hover above myself, holding an imaginary wineglass
its tinkle sending sparkles in starlight,
I am slipping into an opium dream of my own,
only to wake up in a blaze of glorious lunacy.
@jjote 070121
THE TREAT
Today
we went to the zoo
clouds scud high
& the sky blue.
Mum,sis &
me
filed in the queue
Gran & Gramps
waited too
Giant giraffes
six metres tall
looked over
a stable wall
Short sighted rhinos
. with a keen sense of smell
hippos wallowing
in a mud-filled well
Asian elephants
lifting logs,
leaving the crowd
all agog
Gorillas foraging
fancy free
penguins
'catching' fish for tea
Free to roam
bok and antelope
&
sea lions leaping
over a rope
Amazing scenes
to recall& digest,
picnic places
to eat and rest
Gift shop ices &
more besides
entertainment
diverse &
wide
Year Posted 2007
There is a part of me,
an obscure mossy part
that is an underlay,
a lichen-like carpeting
of scud and muddy surf
that some might call soul.
Within that membranous sub-coat
neither devils nor angles live
yet there are creatures
and they merge and mingle
swapping their miniscule bodies
with each other
just to scurry hither and thither
as different aspects
of a microcosmic awareness.
I think sweet St Francis would have
seen through me.
I believe he would have blessed
my animalistic sub-existence
while teaching each germy,
parasitical, symbiotic
cellular organism of mine
how to knit together
the shape of God
in this filmy mire,
this gathering swarm
of innate holiness.
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