Tag: landscape poetry

  • Pushed to the side

    Derelict boats always make me pause. There is too great a contrast between an inescapably stationary object and its purpose – that of fast movement – encoded into its very shape.

  • A sketch

    A weary man
    walking through the essential strangeness of the universe.
    Shut off,
    too tired to feel anything but the weight of his bag,
    and – unbelievably – bored.

  • Life and death recursive

    Viscerally, the most gruesome part of death is life feeding on it.

  • Snow storm

    A globe of white chaos rolls and swirls
    amidst white nothing.
    Horizon shrunk to naught
    and random motion –
    disorienting mess.
    Cold saps both energy and thought.
    The storm has come
    to take away the world
    and gift you peace.

  • Bubbles

    Me and my world
    reflected in dozens of eyes,
    briefly re-forming the face of the waters…

  • Rain

    Today the rain is blue,
    it smells of dying leaves,
    it splashes in itself,
    it plops in drops and drips;

    today the rain is soft;
    today the rain is warm;
    the music of the rain
    gives thought staccato form;

    it washes off the dust,
    it makes the pavement shine;
    the street is flowing past;
    the song of rain is mine!

  • Morning

    The mad eye of the sun is rising above suburban rooftops, tinting the morning fog blood-red, twisting bows of the trees – its arteries.
    A frightened crow is yelling at it to stop, but it keeps coming – inexorable, implacable, indifferent;
    making familiar landscape writhe out of the confines of expectations,
    making commuters shudder and hunch their shoulders against the cosmic winds of uncertainty.
    Breathe in deep the cold air, let the harsh silhouette imprint on your retinas
    – today anything can happen.

  • Past and Future

    Our landscapes are haunted
    by monuments of the past:
    castles and churches –
    protection from greed and fear.
    New landscapes are coming,
    new desolate surfaces – Moon and Mars,
    inhabited by curiosity
    how will they appear?

  • Boat

    A derelict boat
    drowning next to the sunset
    and in it – 
    the spirit of adventure.

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