POETRY PHILOSOPHY 5 MORE

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…

poetry pretty Facebook 5

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!

sunset bird FLOCKS poem

Turned out to be a nice sunny afternoon and quite spectacular POP (PinkyOrangePurple) sunset, inspiring this poem:

Hori-sun Set-flocks Free-Jupiter

December sun
skirts horizon.
Are bird flocks
weighing it down?
Those that fly
its sunset sky.
From its landing
dipping direction.
V-shape swirls
slowly enlarging.
Coasting home
after day’s work?
Flying over
before twilight colours.
Prelude to night
Jupiter first light.

Sky POETRY TRILOGY

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!

NEW POEM: suitably sunday love above by LETTEROLOGY PIONEER

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.

sky brain skain* somewhat Quantrain

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.

out of sight poem

A bird comes into sight
visible via proximity and light
emerging from clouds like rain
falling on a window pane

Poem Inspired by mistYmuse on Day 4 of Longest Festival

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: