Fully-Extended Lawn-Chair Back-Porch Star-Gazing Meditation
Hazy white, blue night
deep space light —
Smoke curls, swirls, ascends from my lips
like spirits from the earth
gathers
in clouds of contemplation
the higher they rise
the thinner and more wispy
the thoughts become, until dissipation
changing from something to nothing to everything.
Tiny yellow horseweed blooms
burst and scatter pollen on the porch-rail
sway against a starry-night
background. The wind licks
my bare skin like a lover.
Three suns die
their final expressions
written across the sky.
Hazy white, blue night
deep space light —
Smoke curls, swirls, ascends from my lips
like spirits from the earth
gathers
in clouds of contemplation
the higher they rise
the thinner and more wispy
the thoughts become, until dissipation
changing from something to nothing to everything.
Tiny yellow horseweed blooms
burst and scatter pollen on the porch-rail
sway against a starry-night
background. The wind licks
my bare skin like a lover.
Three suns die
their final expressions
written across the sky.
Labels: meditation, poetry
6 Comments:
You know, I think I'm going to sit out on the back deck tonight.
Becky :)
Beautifully written/said, and um, could you send that loving wind over my way? I'm in need of some chills and thrills.
hugs you, loves you too,
Lori
"changing from something to nothing to everything"
Your kinds of descriptions are the stuff I strive for and a lot fo the times fall short in accomplishing.
Well, done, my brother!
Checking in on a Monday morning to encourage you to keep writing and to just say, "Hi!"
Peace and all good things.
Hugs to you.
Hi,
I don't know if the November poem is mine. I don't keep records. I just throw stuff out there.
If you send me the whole poem I will know if it's mine.
Thanks for thinking of me.
I love the title and the second last stanza rocks James! Love your observations!!!!!
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