Vines Poems

Death Entwined in Living Vines

Something dreadful is reflected in this scene
Could be she's seen death in a horrid dream, or
perhaps a relapse of an affliction or addiction
has left her crestfallen, in an insentient state
with the blood of her sin dripping from her eyes.
In vines, she's entangled for having sat so long
Grieving for whatever tragedy has gone wrong.
Entwined in living

Viridescent Vines

a crisp chill fills the early morning air  
      dew drops periodically appear on the 
            yellowing blades of grass  
   as a light frost coats 
        

Vines Of Winter

Crystallized dew drops scatter across vines in winter,
while I can feel the harsh grip of the season reaching for my throat,
slithering ever closer, bitter air sweeping across crackling skin.
Loneliness weighs heavy beneath ashen clouds that coat the skies.
The scent of dry ozone fills my nostrils as I struggle to breathe.
A step upon the gelid ground

Vines haiku

Stark naked and bare
Creepers conserving new life 
Vines in wintertime 

McGREGOR VINES IN WINTER

[Poet’s Note : McGregor is a small rural village in Small Karoo, SA, which experiences extreme winters. It is believed that 8 of Earth’s leylines cross one another in McGregor, making this village a powerful planetary energy junction. My youngest daughter & I were privileged to live on a small holding vineyard in McGregor, for

My Vines in Winter

Vines in the spring of my life
were sturdy and spry. Utterly dependable,
they ran along the many parts of my body.
Able to cling to ligaments, tendons and muscles
with great connectivity,
they allowed me to walk, run, and jump with ease.
How wonderful was my pain-free youth!

Winter has arrived all too soon. 
The vines down my spine have lost

Vines in Winter

    Into dormancy vines enter
    preparing to grow for next season,
    as vines have some valid reasons
    to adjust with chill of winter.

    Vines to undergo some changes
    as both physiological,
    and also biological,

Vines

The leaves, long gone, each golden child carried
on autumn draft to reach a season's death,
portends bitter squalls will blow the harried
vines with long, cruel winter's icy breath.

Now slumber long beneath the warming banks
upon your tender roots deep in the earth.
All while stillness patrols your sentried ranks,
you strengthen sap to bring a new year's birth.

The spice

Gemini Vines

A wanderer's heart, by Gemini vines embraced, A starlight mystery, in your eyes it shines, A dance unknown, in lunar realms we're graced, Beneath twin moons, where love divinely dines.

Your heart, the north star, guides my twilight dream, Where whispers soft in shadows gently hide, Between the dark and light, a passion's gleam, In this

Luna Vines

I want a drunk moon
one entirely at home
in a glass of golden wine.

Let evil be forever sober,
wine hydrates reality,
a dead moon bloom's
in small cups of tipsy poetry.

I want to rest my eyes
in a winding river of moonlight,
let the madmen thunder and rail,
my peace booms above
their loudest shouts.

I used to be a tomcat,
I made love to

Jessamyn's Song

Jessamyn's Song (circa age 14-16)
by Michael R. Burch

16
There are meadows heathered with thoughts of you,
where the honeysuckle winds
in fragrant, tangled vines
down to the water's edge.

Through the wind-bent grass
I watch time pass
slow with the dying day
on its lolling, rolling way
And I know you’ll soon be mine.

17
There are oak trees haggard and gnarled by Time
where the shrewd

Ecosystem Heart Failure

See within those starry skies,
Beauty of binding vines,
Fluorescent meaning lies,
In its parting petals spouting lies.

A clams soft pink shell,
Glints in thousand little pearls,
They glide gracefully and swell,
Winding around the rivers swirls.

The white serpents eyes are peach,
Tempting, soft but out of reach,
High up in the turquoise trees,
It's flicker preceding a cool breeze.

The glowing fruits are unfamilar,
No

Climbing Vines

The paring knife of winter
undams the dense brown
blood. Asps awaken and seethe—.

Twining stems sweat,
Irregular coralla dance
around your feet, pray at your altar.

Children of the soil, meek
and mirthless—no currency
save the smooth skin of spring.

Flexous philosophies, grown
splendidly in the shade
do not flower well in sunlight.

Black axillaries, soft feather!
Cower in the green heat,
pull away in kindness. 

The slate

Shambles

The old homestead is a shambles,
nearly hidden in wild brambles.
My mind reveals a happy place
that had once held your funny face.

The tree swing we once swung upon
is fallen rotted and now gone.
How many the years, or the miles,
have stolen those days of our smiles?

I survey the giant oak trees
we would climb for a cooling breeze.
Now

Vines

I rest my eyes away from you,
and I feel the grip of our 
entwining vines. 

I feel how tightly they hold us—
I smell the fragrance of the
monomaniac squeeze—
and I feel the grip of my vines
loosen. 

I feel a wisp of cold wind—
the only real sign that you
have long passed me by 
no longer growing 
confusedly as one.

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