What might we say when the gears grate fitfully upon the uncertain gravel, earth spewing emptiness covered in grit upon the violets delicate, that keep smiling nevertheless? A curse struggles with a sigh and neither wins, defeated
Being still morning dawning sun glints in the dew on the spears green, the color of bile bitter help to cleanse our clog. Nourish us with lettuce and thyme
Let us sand time smooth the rough eat the lentils of the earth spinning away the lies, Walk through a web to capture the truth. so tears dew on the lashes. Flagellate the backyears entering our Lent of forgiveness eating the gritty dust of a world salad.
Say everything about nothing, nothing about every little thing that so sweetly is, so long as you are praying.
I am a senior man now, Australian, married with extended family. I have been writing poetry on and off for many years, now back into it more since my retirement. I find poetry, others and mine, is a catalyst, a crystallizer of inner and outer being. I have had a interest in philosophy (Eastern and Western), anything aesthetic, and politics. I come from a psychiatric senior nursing background professionally. My poetry has improved I think, but I haven't found a way yet to share it effectively. I feel a lack of confidence with that. Fine poems are a true delight in all their forms, and I appreciate the precious deep-seeing hearts of all poets. I have adopted the writing tag of "Lyptus".
Nature places it in the lap of the green It takes peaceful slumbers in the loving arms of a leaf The morning light beautifies it…… At last, it encounters death When the bright rays of sun burns its delicate surface
Dew-drops, Adorn a morn, Glitter like pearls, Cling on to cobwebs, Rest on petals and grass, As if to herald the golden sun, And shine with a bright sparkle. Grand poems about *nature Communicative poems relating to Beauty Famous poetic