In a mystic space
of unknowing
unlearning all old habits
wisdom of spirit bear
courage and strength
in a place of unravelling
threads of the past
hitched thoughts to cast
out, leaving only present space
for bubbling brook currents of wakened awareness
to calm all ripples of past connection
I loved her like a summer flower,
Delicate petals caressed; sweet scent scintillating
Earthy roots creeping into my soul, etching meaning
In the summer sun, her colours enriched my plain palette
We were One Soul
Then she crept away with her youthful grin
And left my heart, crisped vines in the sun
Cupping vines cradle thrusting trunks
Shut-eye owl asleep in a limb
Sun-lit branches refracting; warmed branches
Cool lazy serpent river slinks behind
Roots reaching for the source
Snowbound, the forest dozes.
Light into darkness, darkness into light
Stretched suspension presence, valiantly dims the night
Time compressed into fresh tips of Spring grass
Mother Earth fructified in verdant seed
Elastic time clangs bright star-tips
Clarion calls, to the warm soil
Trumpets of river races, rising with bosom joy
Deltas engorged with quenching droplets
Deer, wet toes stopping by water’s edge,
Refreshed
Out of dappled shadows nigh
Yellow wildflowers bright knee-high
In a splash of summer colour delight
Doth the yellow friends ignite a smile on meandering child’s face, dappled in light
During lingering June days, night beaten back to a forgotten haze
Song birds court the feast of the approaching Solstice in melodic ambrosia
Veiled buds hiding
Sensuous
Mother nature’s warm Spring breeze breathes life into opening buds
Dripping
Tender shoots and roots sprout, caressed by steady rain
Saturated soil
Sticks, tackling each other like childhood foes
Invisible path
Mossy emerald rock rises above forest floor
Heralding fresh Spring
Leafy green adored
In sun-borne days
Disk shaped lily pads float and wave
In a pool of murky balm
Dragonfly dialect
Muted marsh-side secrets hum
In bullrush bliss
In the breezes of Spring’s growing light
rises Petal Ballet
A bobbing and rising of floral bouquet
Fragrant and light are the stem-steps stretching
Ever-growing and closer to sunlight etching
Petal memoires
In a clear blue sky
Don’t ask – I don’t know why?
Grey clouds still cling at Spring’s door nigh
Smiling • Writing • Dreaming
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The Inane Ramblings of a Fractured Mind
Rambling ruminations from an addled mind.
by Lize Bard
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