I have created, for those who waited…
Dead Poet’s Society will hopefully see you in 2023…
What you want more, an encore, totally unexpected, so nothing planned.
Oh, I could tell you the above poem was inspired by an afternoon snowfall that coincided with a nap, so the first and third lines wordplay between the snowfall and sleep, while the middle is just w alliteration observation.
Nice for no reason in any season, summer has it all, elevated to great heights before precipitous fall, recoiling winter to spring
Dead rain don’t kill, without rain won’t grow;
ground grows thirsty;
thirty my point of no return, at fifty learnt silence is fun!
Flooded brain can’t change, chained rain, washing life away, railroad track oblivion, horizon destination, no stops, sleeping lots
Feeling heavenly high notes,
see sunlight lighten dust motes,
memories of last year leaves photosynthesising raw connotes
We’ll never naturally fly, on wings of evolution,
but we can glide or drop, on constructed substitution,
bird’s eye view solution
The above Facebook 5 were written to keep poetry alive…
and for colourful backgrounds on Facebook!
Can sun see within, without clouds around:
optical illusion; our standpoint;
sailing around 1 star stability:
non-stop circularity
clear sky dawns, stardust spawns,
sunlight shoulder, sunrise colour,
sleep over, birds hover,
call other, another day, up in air..
Earth can’t escape humanity; our birth mother;
but sky fly forever; “infinity + beyond”;
too vast for our polluting destruction…
The above were three poems I posted on Facebook this week; fitted for colourful backgrounds; and fitting in with the greenYgrey world POP (PinkyOrangePurple) art ending, in more ways than one!
To lOve abOve (two)
O central abOve O,
can U C? (a little self-parody!)…
Really see/sea
promising peaceful clarity
beyond shape circularity...
Loads more to the letter self-proclaimed genius poems in my books on Amazon.
Our 1 brain’s always different
1 day to another
like our sun 1 planet and its weather
There’s sooooooo much happening in sky,
I can’t remember why,
we’re all wound up going round – round
down on ground!
1 2 1 w’ sun
clouds curtain call
could be stellar nursery
move so serenely, I SAY ‘I C, I C’
*skain: combining sky-brain I thought the compound sounded familiar, and skane has relevance for the poems, being an endonym for the southern part of Scandinavia and over to Britain in Scotland.
Finding endonym is also relevant to the above poems, as its meaning is a localised term, as my brain/mind is only my / my only locality.
If you like the above poems and explanations; reminiscent of the greenYgrey’s rambles glory days; then there’s loads more in my books on Amazon.
Birds exiting clouds on high
resembling heavenly forests of sky
provided last remembered sigh:
mental exclamation of ‘My oh my’!
‘Smoke on the Water, a fire in the sky’ adapted for sleepolution:
Sleep on the Water, a lilo in the pool…
Where there is mist
Y, there is muse
Tryst In Me, Sky Birds Tree
grist to the mill
mist on the hill
words enter mind
meet-up maybe rhymed
then they chime, clickety click time
sub-lime olive green
branch bells ringing
nest like ancient amygdala
mirroring brain stripped bare
I wasn’t going to write a poem until seeing the misty weather forecast; even though I could see the mist! so the above poem could definitely be said to have been inspired by the mistYmuse, although it was more about seeing it in writing and having the proof to display.
A couple of links I used:
grist to the mil definition
brain and trees similarities
A couple of books I wrote and recommend:
mistYmuse 