The equinox has now passed, so the northern hemisphere has now entered autumn/fall, with less sunlight than the southern hemisphere; a time of dying for photosynthesisers in the north; such as butterflies and leaves; who rely on the sun’s energy for life. So, the Dead Poet’s Society has awoken…
Sometimes when looking for UFOs
I see distant swifts or swallows
initially disappointed I wonder why
I’m looking for alien metals in sky
when our world’s full of natural hallows.
The two above are the original and a shorter version for a colourful background. Here’s four more written within the word count for a colourful background:
Stellar nurseries not adversaries, nor spinning planets anniversaries;
separate s-tell-a-r to tell a hug demander with a s-h-r-ug
Down gravity – left gravitas:
end of May cold rain UK only goes one way;
political/social pressures every day, pummelling us away
Sunlit ethereal streamer ghosts; of sky gods?
Marginally mask montage mountain clouds;
hanging like hair; appear almost aurora
Who woke humanity?
‘Why?’, God asks?, ‘did I do it? Just look at my garden!
Should’ve kept humans like peaceful grounded plants!’
Fair weather worshippers love our star like factor fashion,
not noticing without UV,
winter days loved only by perennials like me!
Above were just fitted into Facebook for the kind of deadline I like!
Sleep is the great equaller,
sandpiper, cheetah, tarantula;
legs balance, but totals differ:
1+1, 2+2, 4+4
Miss sea, see sky, sunlight colours same: blue, grey, cyan open ocean.
Clouded: creates everchanging coves, fjords, lakes, lochs; slow motion!
Don’t just reach for the sky: dive in;
for its depth is neverending!
Thought I heard my spirit call me, travelling over mind and body;
tympanic thunder, hobnail hail and lithe lightning connecting 33…
Only look up high,
admire those who fly,
thankful sun lights sky,
planeTV spins us lie,
never know why,
live and die,
2 get bye…
H-ear-t + Ear-th listen together for head’s hum of holiness, nectar harvested and hived, honeycomb su(a)ngels buzzing to be alive.
Enlightenment needs to shine,
not kept in dark for their ‘mine’;
shone like torch where directed,
healthy bacteria disinfected!
Heartbeats measure bodyclock time, running a straight line;
free of hourly circularity; but with a finite distance, each existence
Human shell,
hell to endure,
hard to pure,
how to be sure,
when metamorphosis over?
pure as the driven snow,
deep down dancing crow,
pineal gland contains nature to know
Could be making celebrities/politicians look good,
but rather make us look bad,
for we are all human,
and that makes me sad!
Never promised a rose garden;
to be a great guardian;
a musketeer D’artagnan:
one for all and all for one;
just for greenYgreylien!
The world is not enough, for 10 billion of us, fighting for survival, by digging deeper holes, core, shore up… superbowl!
Above first posted on Facebook, along with lots of current affairs and a little music and science.
I’d write all day,
if paid by sun ray,
sky gold wings per word;
write book: day as a bird
Posting the little poem yesterday and choosing Freebird as the title inspired the above related little poem when I returned to Facebook.
I watched an Imagine documentary about Tracey Emin last night, and related to her marrying a rock (in 2016, but I hadn’t heard about it, although have heard of other humans marrying non-humans before). Her wedding looked beautifully greenYgrey, and so along with another scintillating sunny day here, inspired the poem below.
The modern art theme of course fits in with the new POP art theme of PinkyOrangePurple twilight times, since the XaW Files travel quest to find the greenYgrey world’s Andy Warhol, Andy Wolfhol, with another great such sunset tonight, and Tracey Emin was dressed in a suitable dress describing her wedding at her rock:
Leaves Symbolise Heart Love Cycle, Stand Eternal Life Art Rocks
when Tracey’s Emin
I wordplay wonder
if its for Marc or Eminem
don’t wanna be your enemy
so Miss Emin
I’ll call you Tracey
didn’t like your modern art
especially messy bed
but respect it’s from heart
you married a rock, sun gravitated my soul
sparkling new warmth in spring
special romantic outdoors
sending oxytocin in spin
waiting for my gaze
to see through
world of eye sore haze
celibacy and rock made Tracey Emin
artist as I
am One Sun
oxytocin: https://www.brainhq.com/brain-resources/brain-facts-myths/brain-in-love
October Retreat, Fate Complete
I love the sun, and hope it loves me.
The sun has got me in its pocket and I don’t want to leave.
The sun has got me in its pocket and I don’t want to leave.
The sun has got me in its pocket and I don’t want to leave.
The sun has got me in its pocket and I don’t want to leave.
The sun had me in its pocket, but it left;
leaving me exposed to cold infinite wisdom, feeling quite bereft.
I couldn’t think much while it was shining
flooding my neurons with dopamine and serotonin.
Kind of like when its dazzle obscures a television screen
maybe its getting revenge for when I drew the curtains.
I can’t wait for the sun’s pocket to return and warm me up again.
I can’t wait for the sun’s pocket to return and warm me up again.
I can’t wait for the sun’s pocket to return and warm me up again.
I can’t wait for the sun’s pocket to return and warm me up again.
I hope sun loves me, l Iove the sun.
There’s a new Folding Mirror poem on fmpoetrywordpress.com, and it’s one close to our hearts, as it combines the two things most important to a werewolf: a human and a wolf. Yes, it’s a poem created by a human about a wolf.
While there are many examples of wolves making friends with humans, and even bringing up human babies, such as the Remus and Romulus legend about the founding of Rome, there is no existing evidence of a wolf writing a poem about humans… or anything else for that matter. Wolves are too busy being wolves, and doing wolf things!
Wolf Mirror Poem
Hi, it’s William Wolfsworth, poetry correspondent at the greenYgrey inspired by legendary Romantic poet William Wordsworth.
Yes, Marc Latham has created and posted a new mirror poem onto fmpoetry, and I’ve imported it into the greenygrey world this morning. Here it is:
Wolves 2012 Calendar, October Star Wolf
fire melting gold
fall full flow
leaves oval shaped
seem to poke
fun behind rump
tongue-twisting
on thin reaching branches
both stand on rock, green and grey coloured
under strong running legs
tree-like
paws resemble plinths
keep head grounded
feminine tongue smiles
sunrise eyes shine
below mountain peaks
mistYmuse 