Sitting on a long deck
At a trailer
In South Georgia
Wind in the Pine Trees
Reading Nathaniel Hawthorne
My stomach is empty
except for
this longing and guilt
A murder of Crows
loudly soar through
Creasing the boughs of the Pines
It is only
Them and I
And
Love that I left
Love that I lost
A hollow serenity settles in
I pull at the Scarlet Letter
Blazing on my chest
Hester exposed
As the Sun sets
A Possum skirts the front yard
Unnoticing me
He is my Kinfolk
An eater of ticks
An old world scavenger
Deceiving the world
Playing dead
Yet
I cannot
The blood on my hands
isn't mine
Categories:
unnoticing, angst, betrayal, books, divorce,
Form: Free verse
Filaments of white creep imperceptibly across an innocently blue sky, like hopeful mycelial tendrils feeling tentatively into their embracing surroundings.
Petite tufts of lightly dirtied cotton wool float affably by, unnoticing.
The movement of passing birds is seemingly transformed in this sun, from the previous days of grey.
Small flocks of good mood frolic on the wind as the sunlight briefly catches on their speckled iridescence. While more modest individuals flit their cheerful glow across the world in equal lustre.
Song and chatter dance in the air like sweet butterflies of sound.
And ripening autumn leaves whisper their delight in an occasional mild atmosphereal caress.
Categories:
unnoticing, beauty, day, happy, imagery,
Form: Free verse
I never cease to puzzle over
life's mystery, how on a drizzly morning
I found my long wished for love
crossing the street in opposite direction,
eternal love was conceived in the moment
and she passed by unnoticing my gaze
that could have lasted a century.
There was never a more tender and sweet face
lost quickly in the crowd. Her beauty so
enchanting, eloquent, and divine.
And every morning I cross the same intersection
hoping, praying, for another glimpse
at my true love, months after months,
distracted by nothing, the thought of her
entrenched in my deep sleep, and oh
how sweet it is, the dream of dreams.
The sweet smell of her perfume
still lingers in my mind.
Evil is hopelessness, so I shut it up by
this murmur of love raised by her footsteps.
Alas, years have passed and rain or shine I keep
crossing the street for the sake of a second look
at the girl who once walked past me unnoticing
the hurricane she caused in my soul.
To this austere duty, piously faithful
She will show up one day and ask me
“So what is it you want?” And I will not have an answer.
Categories:
unnoticing, destiny,
Form: Free verse
I saw a one-legged Sandpiper
today on the beach.
I saw him land on his single pedestal,
it was an artful thing.
Entranced by his disability,
I stood transfixed with curiosity.
I so wanted to help him
but we're worlds apart.
How can he feed?
How can he fend?
Suddenly, he flew away up the beach,
I followed him.
There he stood lightly wafting in the wind,
still balanced on that single leg.
His fellow Sandpipers scurry about
unnoticing his remarkable challenge.
Later, a kindly friend told me
shorebirds often hide one leg
to conserve energy.
Silly, I felt a loss
for my misplaced empathy
towards my one-legged friend.
What a self-centered bubble
I live in.
We're always so troubled by
what we think we know.
Truth is, we know so little.
Next time on the beach,
I'll look for the one-legged Sandpiper.
It'll remind me that
there's so much I still don't know.
Categories:
unnoticing, animal, appreciation, bird, judgement,
Form: Free verse
You call it Israel carelessly
You call it that thoughtlessly
Unquestioning is it okay?
Unnoticing the decay
The strong hold of all the Palestinians
The firm desires it will be free again
Did you see or have you went blind
To all the things they did
To all the slaughter
They have caused
To the destruct of all homes
To the raze of all mosques
To the perish of many souls
Strong great Palestinians
They did not do but stand
Defending their beloved country
They did not do but fight back
For what the Jews did
And you call it
You call it again
Israel…
For if they killed, burned, and tortured
It will never be theirs to own
It will never be theirs to name
It will never, never be theirs to cling too
It has been, is being, and will be
Only Palestine…
Written by: louzana nubani
Dedicated and directed to: Paulo Coelho
Categories:
unnoticing, introspection, passion, philosophy, places,
Form: Free verse
We're constantly eagering to know what's
like being trusted,loved and
being understood so honestly and humanly:
but we stupidly shun
the presence of certain doubts
that cast a shadow on
our unpleasant realities!
Are there consequences resulting from ignorance?...
Will they turn into awareness,
or complete madness?
Those questions become so seriously antagonistic,
that we get discouraged to go
ahead,and plan a future so absent of failures;
but like very foolish people:
unnoticing their silly acts,
we blindly give our sympathies away with selfishness...
in the hope of getting them back!
How greedy and perfidious some hearts can be,Lord!
But would it really matter to us,
if we only gave
and wouldn't receive
a thing for showing generosity?
No, don't pay attention
to what others insolently
say,or unrightly believe:
but let them truly see
your unconditional compassion...
like you image of humanity!
How comforting and gratifying is
righteousness,based on truth,Lord!
Categories:
unnoticing, inspirational, uplifting,
Form: Free verse