Short Undergrowth Poems
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crisp - fall - swift - cloudburst
soaks camouflaged covered earth…
teasing undergrowth
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
walk through the forest
birds call animals scurry
untamed undergrowth
steps quiet on pine needles
owl calls “who?” “it's me,” I say
HILLSIDE And ALBATROSS A Haiku
cliffs black blue strata
hide grey in the undergrowth
albatross dying
6/13/19
renard slyly skulks
in the leafy undergrowth
success… dinnertime!
Renard - traditional french word for fox
27th May 2015
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forest oracle
lyre-tail fanned in forest light
leaf-scratching lyrebird
undergrowth mimic
sound archivist of forest
echoes dawn’s chorus
Blossoming
Effulgent sun proffers love
Clambering…
Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds
Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering
Leveret scurries
Trained ears, panoramic sight
Saved - by a hare's breath.
Easter Bunny blinks
Burrows the deep undergrowth
Close shave this morning
...with apologies to WW
I wandered lonely as a cloud
until my feet got wet.
I struggled through the
undergrowth and found myself
beset by insects all around,
my temper wholly spent,
to hell with yellow daffodils
and my predicament!
Nature distorts humans
to conform to its pattern, in shape and form.
Stretching, bending, squeezing
the human form to somehow fit in,
as an odd Chameleon,
hiding out of place
distorted and misshapen,
bashfully conforming in camouflage.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
until my feet got wet.
I struggled through the
undergrowth and found myself
beset by insects all around,
my temper wholly spent,
to hell with yellow daffodils
and my predicament!
...with apologies to Mr Wordsworth!
...to William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
and then my feet got wet.
I struggled through the
undergrowth and found myself
beset by insects nibbling at my
breast, my temper wholly spent;
to hell with yellow daffodils
and my predicament!
Fern and bluebell thrive
Dense trees forging green shelter
Footpaths meander.
Mystery at every turn
Gnarled roots display nature's art.
Forest canopy
Dappled sunlight and shadow
Rustling undergrowth
Spring is stirring steadily
Epiphany of nature.
No script
belonging one’s civilization
no history
anyone can recall,
only the enduring solid stone blocks
someone created to form this ancient wall.
A relic unknowingly
left to the woodland undergrowth
and those
that measure nature’s time.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
A
Barn Owl
sits up high,
head twisting round.
Rustling undergrowth,
he swoops silently down.
Shrill screech of terror and pain,
the evil deed done, he returns home.
Three fluffy chicks hungrily await,
they feast, stocking up for the winter months.
written 09/20/2015
Contest For the Love of October
steamy jungle
dense undergrowth
viny overgrowth
thickets abound --
monkeys chatter
foretelling doom
snakes hissing
eerie sirens --
bamboo sticks
in the ground
spiked with poison
puncture unsure feet...
all to protect
an unseen enemy
raining bullets down
from nowhere
~ Viet Nam, 1966 ~
I can’t see the forest for the trees
If I look up what color leaves will I see
I look down and see grass so green
And little wild flowers so much like me
There in the distance is a woman a man
Were they kissing or holding hands
Is he from the church giving praying hands
Or other word of the war and husband
Perch birds atop a car, tweeting sweet tweets.
Shines the mellow morning sun, her beaming golden shine.
Earth's wind glides about her gentle run.
The undergrowth bellows her hue green.
Lean lanky trees reach for the sky,
high on high the sky adorned in her blue dye,
is sashed in clouds of vagrant white.
-Nature musings.
How sunlight turns everything green –
emerald grass on the headland,
bottle-green of undergrowth and shadow,
verdigris of shallow water in the cove,
moss-green of tidal pools.
But oh, the browns – auburn, russet,
cinnamon – shades that render
sea and land, as painted
by this morning’s artist sun-brush,
so much greener.
Cracked and scarred
from many years of depravity,
existing only through
the skill it is made of.
Crevices guard
roots of weeds
as they push and squeeze
their way through.
A jungle of undergrowth
stretched across society,
entangling us
in its vastness,
hiding a beauty
that could exist
if we pruned it
occasionally.
deep within the dimly lit bush
totara trees, tall and straight
envelop the tangled undergrowth
roots and leaf mold
cool damp earth
ahead
caught in a patch of sunlight
the bright green fern frond
unfolding
8 November 2022
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Sponsor Constance La France
Drowning in disgrace
Shame faced
Denying Christ again & again
Falling into sin
Carried by the wind
I send the pain below
Deep down into the undergrowth.
Like a moth attracted to a flame
Lame, I'm mangled with regret
I forfeit the race to become a mace
Disfiguring my face
I stand disgraced
Longing for a place
Finding God in my brokenness.
Form:
I heard a rustle in the undergrowth
felt thunder in the ground,
my eyes fixed on the corner
as the monster came around.
As far as I could see
he was heading my way,
I hope he hasn't seen me
or this could be my last day.
I got back home but I could see
he's heading for my house,
and then I laughed,it's just a cat
but forgot that I'm a mouse.
It would be nice to catch each moment lived
and relive each as they come.
I would have thought up a migraine
for ways to live each moment better.
Ere like butterflies in a rogue gale
they disperse from my reach,
lost in the undergrowth of the meadow,
not to pass your way again.
In abundance they exist,
In abundance they perish.
Each one judiciously lived
is a fortune made.
AUTUMN'S BREATH
Leaves bathed here and there
As drenching light falls through the air.
See the cascade of the sunlight dreep
And pour through the leafy mantle’s sweep,
Washing the flutt’ring mass in light.
Like a shoal of herring spilling bright,
They turn and twist and whirl,
And leaves and canopy swirl.
Undergrowth veiled in a sunlit fold:
Myriad waves of floating gold.
Dare a blade of glass stir
‘neath his eagle eye
or a leaf from a tree silent
take to the sky
A rustle of undergrowth
arouses his concern
from signs such as this one
the look-out will learn
what the enemy’s planning
from where it is coming
another night at his post
~ displaying his cunning