Watching

Earth

moon

Have you ever wondered,

a crystal night, stars amaze our eyes,

we walk the pavement of our lives,

in contemplation, where next.

 

Oh there are places we might see,

the visionary sense of certainty.

 

She looks upon our world,

amass of humanity,

living on channeled ice,

melting in flooded waters.

 

While everywhere materials

bought and sold and destroyed,

lay the ground speaks humanity,

burning the flesh of our lives.

 

She will watch forever you know,

long beyond the cellophane blues,

before we ever might realize,

how critical is the ground we soil.

 

The simple notion of carbon gases,

evaporating the core, delightful

is the prize of immortality

if while we cry emissions will allow.

 

An emotional plea is Nature’s wrath,

the ice caps change in form by day,

at night while asleep we dream,

She remains aware forever aglow.

 

Oh there are places we might see,

the visionary sense of certainty.

Five Minutes

Earth-Planet-Space-HD-Wallpaper

In the time I have to imagine love

I often reflect upon notions above

Those that go now before me away

From the strife and conflicts of day.

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I dream in hopes of some shared relief

In a world that seems lost in grief.

I hope and pray that all our soul

Will flourish in time in peace as whole.

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Across the planet the soil weeps the same

The morning dew symbolic of this game

We all embark, players each of sweet mind

So able to take pause, occasionally remind.

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In retrospect if what we see is truly bliss

Might than we all agree please echo remiss.

Carpe Diem #903 hot springs

life breathe free

I stand inside a melody

sweet steamy me

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where is energy

from the ground in symphony

water bathes harmony

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she said hold rocks

feel nature is an energy

will hold peace

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inside our Earth

we recognize a new delight

bathe alone in fog

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a human being

a gift of the land I may feel

delight in hot waters

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Carpe Diem #903 ‘Hot Springs’

Chosen Fog

A certain peace

a shallow view

misty rain waits

under a cloud of misconception

Unless of course we walk right through.

The bold imagination

a stark contrast to indecision

truly a wonder it might be

to wallow in the atmospheric velvet

of a morning sunlight

just beyond our reach.

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Play in the mud,

feel the earth seeping,

wet, grainy, aftermath

that cling,

soft mettled reaction

to what just occurred,

what reminders we might have,

to walk away with soiled

naked toes.

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On a clear day,

an energy pulls upon

our inner soul,

asking us, begging to be free

inside the sunlight’s wondrous

brilliance,

the heat that eats away any

foreboden aftermath

of conscious gravy.

The light only shines

enough to offer a solace.

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On a journey in the morning,

wetlands teeming with nature’s truth

a slow cloudy mist,

a photographer’s dream

like a droplet of poured paint

on virtual canvas.

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I did wonder of the isolation,

and hoped the truth might lie

in only the recognition

rather than my disappearing dreams

Once A Day

On a clear evening,

I did see you,

stellar and large in your elegance,

a natural form of my humility,

glancing my way,

holding court with the world beyond

my eyes.

Once when with pure energy,

your flash of brilliance,

spoke to the water,

trails illuminating a path toward eternity.

I will seek that trail surreal,

always curious,

forever wondering how life moves beyond,

the certainty of your grace,

energy on earth,

as we all are that needy,

in a constant state of usurping

the delight in knowing your soul

will always guide us,

whether sheltered or speaking

in a direct sunrise.

Getting Along Together

Sharon Cummings

Terrace Gallery  © Sharon Cummings

 

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We could be a couple

if your hair wasn’t black;

your eyes are brown

doesn’t work for me.

Yet, wait, they, her, my

parents taught me

that such truths are lies.

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We could be together

with our hearts a-swell

living in the moment

loving one another.

Yet, wait, they, her, my

word the world just

doesn’t want to know.

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We could have a family

learn to sow the land,

share each other’s language,

melodic and unique.

Let’s live together

in everyone’s Earth;

let Nature be our cure.

An Easy Day

A storm looms on the distant horizon

Life goes forward no matter the reason.

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Days like this create a slow odd reaction.

Some faint hope belittles our need for action,

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Looms in the simple mind of a wanderer,

In hopes the travel will dissuade the bother;

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Leaving allowance for error and human – kind

When the reality of identity comes to mind.

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Step inside our world. A semantic sweet soul

Knowing, acting, believing, feeling almost whole

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Lives in a fluid panic, nearly a constant fear

Wondering if anywhere falls a peaceful tear

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Each day waking to the constant progression,

Knowing might only their lives survive this session.

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We believe the true nature of our internal demons

Will merit only pain, we ask to discard the sermons,

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We venture forth, alone and disrobed of our dignity

Reeling in social angst, trudging the burden of self-pity,

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If only once, the earth suddenly shifted gears in time

The poignant currents of love, then surely speak sublime.