Posts Tagged ‘ Nature ’

Life’s Vase – Poem

Sun still shining, slowly setting
Not a cloud in the sky, clear blue for the square in front
Long green leaves ending in a point show the gentle breeze
Telephone wires high up and taut, wobble precariously
A car moves past, a bird swims through the clear blue
The world outside continues living
In here, the stench of death.

Next to the box of others’ lives, a pot of other colours
Terracotta orange so hard and cold. How can anything live?
My how pretty, long and thin! Like straw to snap but strong as a trunk
Up them, fuel and eyes travel, journeying to the head, the summit of worth
Divergence the key to life. Variability, the fun
For them difference is visual
For us similarity is a mutation.

The strength supports, bringing life to the beauty, to the variable
Green shoots off, more fuel for their fire
The colours vivid, each one pleasing, each one unique
Fragrant smell, fresh and sweet, fills the surroundings
Each stands tall, petals soft and hydrated
Signs of life start to fade
The ways of death so close.

Each head wilts, closing tight, each smell flies away
New fragiles form, struggling and fighting for a new life
New and old join together until the withering patterns the floor
Clean them away, vacuum it up. Leave it all as memory alone
As the blue fades to black, the lives fade to light
New lives begin as old ones end
The terracotta vase is empty.

© May 2008.

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Flowers – Poem

Standing tall and proud, it bears the only light,
Illuminating and radiating, warmth and smell abound,
As bright as the sun, as dark as the night,
Two opposing sides, battling to control.
One by one the petals unfurl, revealing an inner beauty,
The pinky white, tinges of deeper crimson,
And suddenly the stamen and stigma revealed,
Their weakness, the inner, fragile weakness.
Slowly time passes as petals fall from their height,
Tumbling to the floor with a pitter patter sound,
Cold is setting in, all the smell worn out,
Now is their time to wilt.
After the dehydration, after all the wrinkles,
After the colours fade from the eye,
The pollen all blows away, staining the heart,
Until the blinding stalks falter, fade and fall.

© 2011

I Am But A Leaf – Poem

I am but a leaf, browning in the dark,
Underneath my siblings, thriving in their sun,
On my very own branch, split right from the trunk,
So far from all the rest, relying on the thicket.
I yearn for the autumn, for the time to come,
When I can be set free, to fly off on the breeze,
To not need what only they can provide,
To prove I am not like them.

© Persephone M 18/04/2012

Upstream – Poem

The water flows in one direction.
Down.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
From the tallest mountain’s high peak,
The water flows ever lower.
Gathering speed as it travels,
Seeking out its faraway destination.
Crashing and curving,
Bending and bumping.
Complicated lengthy journeys onwards,
Wondering if it will ever end.

Rocks smoothen under the pressure,
Time passes, erasing events.
It changes all within its path,
With speed and direction, a constant rhythm.
Currents cuddle,
Streams strengthen solid.
It carries everything in its arms,
Wondering can anything resist.

Teeming with symbiotic life,
Many safely do call it home.
Swimming against its flow is hard,
Taking what little energy remaining.
Fighting the flow,
Bringing the beast.
It takes all from the mountain to the sea,
Wondering which ones will first perish.

The natural changes are toxic,
What thrives in one, dies in the other.
From the purest source up high and low,
To the corrupted briny oceans far out.
Devastating dreams,
Silencing screams.
Its beating drum deafens all around,
Wondering which will choose to rebel now.

Upstream they swim with one goal in mind,
One purpose in mind for the future.
Returning home to birth the next stage,
Giving purpose to newly obsolete lives.
Swimming success,
Battle beaten.
They fight against it with all their might,
Wondering how long until the next time.

© Persephone M 10th June 2011

Leaving Trees – Poem

I sit and gaze at the splattered window,
Listening to the howls and screams,
All the time I can see the world below,
The youth walk past, stuck in their dreams,
Ignorance shines in the eyes as they flow,
Looking up and wishing for some sun beams.

Far off in the distance the tree is in pain,
The wind batters with absolutely no care,
For it has nothing to lose and nothing to gain,
My eyes slant, face turning into an evil glare,
At the lack of respect with not a drop of shame,
Not for leaves, or for rubbish, or for the girls’ hair.

The shedding begins, but this is not the right season,
It’s May, still spring, when new life arrives,
But the clouds and rain are out, for what reason?
The poor tiny leaves ripped from their lives,
Torn from the branches in an act of treason,
Nature rebelling until only the wind survives.

One by one the leaves are torn and fall away,
Their luscious green will soon turn in shade,
Flying across the concrete and into the grey.
Another one goes, nature losing to all that’s man made,
No chance for the kids in the leaves to play,
Autumn will pass by blank and dismayed.

The poor forlorn tree will soon be alone,
Empty and bare now useless to the world,
It no longer has life despite the years it has grown.
In fear, the leaves are stolen and curled,
Hiding away in the ugly place of stone,
Amongst all the children and the singular girl.

It cannot take much more loss until it will perish,
It will give up and give in, wait for it to come,
And everyone will pass, able to see and feel its anguish.
The girls are at the beginning, marching to life’s drum,
As the tree and its leaves are left to become simply rubbish,
Each loss brings it further down into the darkened glum.

They are beginning, it is ending, both individually ageing,
Everything is trapped in life’s windowless dungeon,
Both yearning for something, feeling only an aching.
Everything is misaligned, it all feels so foreign,
Giving me thoughts that are simply baffling,
The solution for all is a new dawn, a ray of pure sun.

© Persephone M 26th May 2011

 

Sunsetting Days – Poem

The cold hard wood, on which my bones rest
As the last rays warm me,
Dedicated to suns long since set –
Others who watched,
Who played and who sat.
The day is fading faster, the morning’s cold, hard,
Sharp frost long since melted,
And time to fear another.
The icy white of a hardened leaf,
A hardened heart, cold, dead eyes.
Up snakes the blades of green,
Wrapping, climbing, tightening their grip.
Squeezing.
The sun is fading faster and faster.
Its warming rays growing colder and colder.
It’s in my bones, it’s in my misty lungs.
It’s in my heart.
Another setting sun for me,
Icy tendrils in my veins, pulsating to every cell,
Blocking the green of their cloudless days.
Where is the sun?

© 10/12/11

Snow Day!

So, it’s been a while since I posted. I’ve been busy moving and essentially avoiding doing much of anything. I think I definitely needed the time away from blogging.

But, with the hope that I will start blogging again – plus my Mac is fixed – I will attempt to start this slightly late New Year’s Resolution by posting pics of the snow. It does seem to actually have stopped snowing at the moment, but we get it so rarely down here it’s a lovely novelty.

Here you go,

Enjoy

~ Persephone M

I love trees and plant life when it's been snowing. I think they look fantastic all covered like this!

I love trees and plant life when it’s been snowing. I think they look fantastic all covered like this!

The contrast of the white snow topped roof and the grey sky drew me to this.

The contrast of the white snow topped roof and the grey sky drew me to this.

High Wire Wind Swept Top Hat Wheel Wall of Snow Golden Snow Footprints in the Snow