1. Earth
The designated household steward
Formidable, resourceful, and replenishable
Overseer of life advancement
Protector of the realm
2. Air
The dynamic life giver
Atmospheric regulator and ventilator
Breathable qualities regenerative properties
Possessor of the realm
3. Water
The paramount mundane neccesitator
Aquatic shapeshifter's topographical improvements
Liquefied nutrient entities' sustainabilities
Provider of the realm
4. Fire
The maintenance of creation
Foundational builder massive molding
Keeper of the Flame
Prudential of the realm
Categories:
topographical, allusion, analogy, earth, fire,
Form: Verse
Stubbs Park is decorously rampant,
its paths scamper here and there
like unruly children.
Perhaps its topographical language
once spoke of bridges
for the landscapers have run riot
planting arching spans
between and over
many of its hillocks and humps.
If you are in meditative mood,
these diminutive bridges
can lead you away and home again
in the compact unwinding
of a few gardened acres.
The catwalks of Stubbs park
can connect you to gaps in your life
as yet uncrossed for want of a bridge,
they can lead you astray also
until you figure out the right questions
to ask of yourself,
or perhaps more to the point
they can leisurely pass over
some idle hours
between breakfast and lunch.
Categories:
topographical, poetry,
Form: Free verse
It’s a topographical nightmare.
The terrain rises and slopes over small mountain ranges I wish everyday were freckles.
The landforms, shifting and rising with every glance in the mirror, they’re rough from years of scrubbing and
cleansing and
picking and
medication more destructive than effective. The landscape is mottled, it’s patchwork--
Lakes of oil next to avalanches of dead skin that flake to the floor. I leave a trail behind me. It’s ugly.
And I knew that from a young age.
Every “have you ever thought about popping them?” whispered in English class every “what’s on your face?” from my fellow seven-year-olds every “let’s go back to the doctor” softly demanded by my mother every “try another medication she still looks bad” that my grandmother knew I could hear.
They made sure I understood how repulsive I was.
They didn’t want me to forget.
Don’t get a big head. Then we’d have to see even more of you.
Stop thinking that
Pretty
is what you’re designed to be.
Categories:
topographical, beauty, confidence, self,
Form: Free verse
He was found at his desk, lost in a topographical map.
John G. Lawless
©8/21/2018
Categories:
topographical, humor, vacation,
Form: Monoku
Blue evening dress
Topographical cleavage
Nurturing mother
Father Sky reigns high
Soft touch on her horizon
Her head covered with
A wintery Arctic scarf
With white pumps to match
He caresses her
His radiant passion flames
Heating up her womb
Encompassing her with love
Warm and cold climatic touch
His breath cools her skin
Tenderly moistening earth
Life springs from within
Categories:
topographical, nature, passion
Form: Rengay
Blue evening dress
Topographical cleavage
Nurturing mother
Father Sky reigns high
Soft touch on her horizon
Her head covered with
A wintery Arctic scarf
With white pumps to match
He caresses her
His radiant passion flames
Heating up her womb
Encompassing her with love
Warm and cold climatic touch
His breath cools her skin
Tenderly moistening earth
Life springs from within
Categories:
topographical, nature, passion
Form: Rengay