I am meaning, subject in object. The background to the silently chaotic. Mystery’s presence of the boundlessly episodic.
©Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon bestselling poet – Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow.[goodreads +1]
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
There are ways the earth feels
underfoot
an extinction
and extension of self
boiled over
with the last of the snowflakes that
dwell
within bridges
made of surrender
and of love
a predesigned configuration
of
your heart’s harmony
felled
like a star
from the sky above
Photo by AlanFrijns, Pixabay
Twitter #vss365 prompt word used: extinct. Follow me on Twitter here.
Petite Pen is a fun and collaborative prompt that my dear friend, K Hartless posts approximately once a week. If you are interested in inspiring poetry prompts, I recommend checking out K’s website. Usually the Petite Pen prompts are posted on Tuesdays.
Here are a few poems that I’ve written in response to the Petite Pen prompts in the past several months.
I dream
of the space
in between you
and me
a serendipitous feeling
this
unseen majesty
of calm and quiet progress
demanding
we pay attention
and notice
I in wait
calming my spirit, and mind
seeds unadorned
spend time
securely in my heart
shifting
energies
from callous hands
dripping with fever tense
and moist
with tears remorse
I look for you
in the notes, and sounds
dripping
honey, profound
a secret lullaby
washing over my mind
letting limbs of the dead
and old
come alive
with a misty hello
I remember
it is night
and
almost time to say
goodbye
Jeff Flesch
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow
Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
Jan/Feb 2022 Author of the Month, Spillwords Press
the flowers speak to me, through the trees, as
they caress the wind so lovingly, and
offer us a glimpse of what love
could be…
nature advances past circumstance,
a human mind, relegated to
the back
beyond chance, and
destinies untoward advance
of a love
talked about for ages,
lived by sages, and ordinary folks
of all stages…
just like you and me, whispering through
the trees, past the winds, and to the
flowers kin, relating
the love
we feel within…
Photo by Pexels Pixabay
Transfigured
and transformed
like a star
that’s met its last
act of resistance,
and takes the
final curtain call.
We
move through the world
with hopes and desires,
fed by the
gravity of tomorrow.
Pulled into it,
we dance alongside
the wheel of time,
as it turns, and
witness a mirage
and a beauty,
which is one of a kind.
A simple caress
from the morrow,
beckons us
with a will borrowed
and called
forth upon its own sorrow.
And, then?
At destinies chance,
we glance back
and thank
the helping hand
guiding us,
just like all the rest.
You’re me,
So please let it be
As it is all relative,
So why try to flee
From that which you see
A mirrored reflection
No matter the direction
You take, or upon
Which road your fate may lay
It depends not on the fray
Or the delay which you see,
Only on the scene, which will
Play out as a matter of destiny
Hidden
And yet it’s view plain
For all to see
A matter of course
And miracle to most, so
Celebrate each moment
With a true sense of devotion
For the Host, and
Run if you must, yet
Know that when you run,
You are never alone,
As you are a miracle born
With a purpose all your own
Have a lovely weekend, everyone.
Shadowlight Words 