30 Apr 2014 4 Comments
in poetry Tags: beauty, blossom, fragrance, knowledge, mist, NaPoWriMo, old, photography, rain, rose, sun, survival, sweet, wild
Final poem for NaPoWriMo 2014:
#30
Your petals are wilting,
Still soft with sun
And rain that graced you
In soft mists and torrent showers
In your youth,
Survived,
Though the heat was strong
your fragrance held its own
Sweet with knowledge,
Heart flushed with beauty,
and wild with impulse,
You blossomed,
Opened,
Despite your thorns,
Despite pain,
Despite sorrow,
Your touch remained gentle,
Delicate resonance,
I inhale you,
Breathing in
All that you are,
All that I am.
April 30, 2014
18 Apr 2014 2 Comments
in poetry Tags: alive, Hawaii, light, Maunaloa, mist, mountain, myth, NaPoWriMo, path, photography, reality, stone
Pull Over,
And walk twenty yards
From the highway.
Myth is alive,
Movement rustling in darkness,
Light seeping from clouds,
A slight breeze,
A dancing Lehua blossom
Swaying unseen,
An unbeaten path,
A stone throw
from the known.
We are divorced from what’s real,
Believing in our own superiority,
And have we forgotten our relations?
The stone, the moss, the mist, the mountain,
All waiting for us to return home.
hinarising 