Sonorous Sky

I read, and write
about the source
and about the legacy of you closeโ€”
dappled light

is hard to find
yet, picturesque moments continue to bespeak the wind
and all youโ€™ve given

to me, and to the trees
a sonorous sound twinkling in the sky
reminding me it is always you
upon which I will rely


Image by ELG21, Pixabay

Twitter #vss365 prompt words used: sumptuous. Follow me on Twitter here, and Instagram here.


MasticadoresIndia/USA Publications

I am always honored to have my poetry at MasticadoresIndia and MasticadoresUSA. It is a blessing. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Terveen, and Barbara for always supporting my work; and, thank you to each of you for continuing to read, like, and comment on my poems on these two exceptional online magazines.

Here are my two newest pieces.

I would be honored if you would read them when you have a moment, thank you!


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


#poetry, #awareness, #care, #compassion, #connection, #dappled-light, #legacy, #magic, #masticadoresindia-masticadoresusa, #nature, #new-publications, #poem, #present-moment, #reality, #realization, #sky, #trees

#NatureSpeaks: 30 #Poems in 30 Days โ€“ Day 24: The Flush of Fall, by K. Hartless

The trees have ruddy cheeks
after a season of heavy drinking,
but as rays and rains retreat,
a skeletal hand
beckons me to lie in shadow
below my favorite tulip tree,
amidst the signature pattern
of DNA forestry.

If I escape into unknown dark,
a place sunlight can never hold,
will knowledge be bestowed
from the underside
of limb and branch?
I duck and take a chance, besides
enlightenment never trickles.
It is always avalanche.

The bark, a sort of braille,
is a hidden language,
and by touching it we speak,
myself and ancient tulip tree,
sharing spells through silent system,
wrinkled body โ€˜gainst wrinkled hand.
Is that not real wisdom?


The Flush of Fall was inspired by the poem Limbs and Leaves. You can read more of K.โ€™s poetry at Yard Sale of Thoughts.



Jeff Flesch

Author, #1 Amazon New Release Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow

Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

Author of the Month, Jan/Feb 2022, Spillwords Press


#poetry, #30-poems-in-30-days, #avalanvhe, #dark, #enlightenment, #hidden, #knowledge, #life, #love, #nature, #naturespeaks, #pattern, #poem, #senses, #shadow, #touch, #trees, #tulip, #unknown, #wisdom

#NatureSpeaks: 30 #Poems in 30 Days โ€“ Day 21: Tuned Impulse, by Anca Horga

Inhale deeply
As you remember
Precious dreams
Your silky bud
Used to keep unfolded in the core.

Hold your breath,
Awaken the impulse
Residing in the love
Felt by your senses
While playing and creating.

Exhale to manifest
The rhythm of your heartbeat
Tuning to the sound of the wind
Whirling through the golden leaves
Dancing at your feet.


Image credit to manfredrichter on Pixabay


Tuned Impulse was inspired by the poem Mountain Gold. You can read more of Ancaโ€™s poetry at Poรจmia.


Submissions for the Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow: 30 Poems in 30 Days Collaboration are officially closed. Please stay tuned for an update on Sunday, 10/16. Thank you.



Jeff Flesch

Author, #1 Amazon New Release Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow

Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

Author of the Month, Jan/Feb 2022, Spillwords Press


#poetry, #30-poems-in-30-days, #breathe, #creating, #dancing, #dreams, #heart, #leaves, #life, #love, #manifestation, #nature, #naturespeaks, #playing, #poem, #poems, #sensation, #senses, #trees, #tuned-impulse, #wind

#NatureSpeaks: 30 Poems in 30 Days โ€“ Day 2: Something Stuck, by Tricia Sankey

I fall from white skies
and curse cold air

itโ€™s snowing

I feel the heat
as you rise

with eyes
ice-bright

(you make no sound)

does it captivate God to watch
us both spin around?

I splash into waves
but your warm aroma

still clings

I climb up tall trees
and sit with butterflies

(they surround)

we weave our own
happy endings

still, your scent
never leaves


Something Stuck was inspired by the poem, Butterfly Love. You can read more of Tricia Sankeyโ€™s poetry at https://milspouseprose.comย orย www.triciasankey.com.


Image Credit: Cindy Scott atย www.ArtStudio444.com


Bloomsbury Radio Interview This Morning

A quick reminder that my interview with Victoria Onofrei of Bloomsbury Radio is this morning

The interview airs today at 6 pm BST, and 10 am PT USA.

You can access Bloomsbury Radio here.

I would be honored if you would tune in, thank you!


Jeff Flesch

Author, #1 Amazon New Release Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow

Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

Author of the Month, Jan/Feb 2022, Spillwords Press


#poetry, #30poemsin30days, #butterflies, #cling, #connection, #happy-endings, #heart, #life, #love, #nature, #naturespeaks, #ocean, #poem, #scent, #something-stuck, #trees

cinnamon wisps

trees drip with cinnamon wisps, as
cardinal points tug at
my heart

directing me toward the riverfront

while walking along the sand, beneath
my feet, pebbles
stand

reminding
me of diamonds
encrusted with love,
made of dreams from above

they poke and prod, feelings shod, while
reminiscence floods
my mind

and I let love go byโ€ฆ

wafting in the
stream, I continue to
believe

in the love โ€”

Iโ€™ll forever beโ€ฆ


Photo by romansolar, Pixabay


#poetry, #cinnamon-wisp, #emotions, #feelings, #introspection, #life, #love, #nature, #poem, #reminiscence, #riverfront, #trees

the dream tree…

the veins of the earth pour
through me, as I sit quietly, contemplating
the tree, me, and all I seeโ€ฆ

โ€ฆI wonder if this life is really meant to be,
or, if the me I see, is simply a reflection
of the dream treeโ€ฆ

cascading light reflects off the tree, and
I gather up memories bound underneath the sea,
and wish for another reality

where pain and pleasure go together,
like twins, conjoined in a love so tender,
kind, and altogether

reminiscent

of the mystery,
weโ€™ve spent our lives trying to out figureโ€ฆ


Photo by Bessi, from Pixabay


#poetry, #connection, #contemplation, #dreams, #introspection, #life, #love, #mystery, #nature, #pain, #pleasure, #poem, #reflections, #trees

on this most gorgeous dayโ€ฆ

Pixabay

I climb
from the sea, a
journey from underneath,
scraping, and crawling
toward my destiny,
I mind

the feelings
from the deep, as
they speak of love,
light, and the twisted return
of all that burns

me
from
beneathโ€ฆas

spinning becomes relatable,
just like the tree tops
swaying in the winds dismay,
as they play together
in the midst
of all thatโ€™s lovingly displayed

for you and me,
on this most gorgeous dayโ€ฆ


#poetry, #connection, #emotions, #feeling, #humanity, #life, #light, #love, #nature, #poem, #trees, #wind

so… let us begin…

Photo by Nathan Anderson on Unsplash

the river runs
north and south,
feeling the drift
of the current begin,
letting go
of the trembling within

for nowโ€ฆ

discovering
more on the banks,
eddies sharply tasked
with creating stability,
loose leaves raining down,
cascading,
for deliriums sake

a breakโ€ฆ

not far away,
stowed, and a little
out of control
wanting to resign,
as the love
of my life
passes by

walking
along the shore,
greeting the love,
missed by a kiss,
forevermore, remiss

the lightโ€ฆ

cascades
through the trees,
dancing, and
entrancing,
so majestically
touching
the being withdrawn
from within, soโ€ฆ

let us beginโ€ฆ


#poetry, #contemplation, #introspection, #life, #light, #love, #nature, #poem, #river, #trees

brushed ourselves with the winds

Photo by Neven Krcmarek on Unsplash


sparkling seas, reminiscent
of sparkling eyes,
as they laid upon
me that very first time

among
the open trees,
where we laid
so quietly

awaiting
the presence,
or stirring, of some
other kind of mention

oh,
how sublime
it is in reflection

not known
by name,
only ever by the
feeling that came

forth
in that moment,
as we held hands,
and looked up
at the opening,
so vast, ah, the beauty
is here at last

will it stay
was not even
a question we asked

there was
no need, as we began
to climb from the field
into the air, and whispered
among the trees songs,
so sincere,
and beautiful in contrast

a melody,
cast from shadows,
as they dance among the
gallows, and halls,
of times shallow walls

jumped over
so quick,
we were thin footed,
and running

in two,
we then split

as we
gathered up
momentum
and brushed
ourselves with
the winds, and broke
melancholy on a whim


#poetry, #emotions, #introspection, #life, #love, #nature, #poem, #reflection, #trees, #wind

let our love be displayed

Image credit; Shane Rounceย @ย Unsplash

unseen
are the trees,
that live so long
in-between, the myriad
noise and clatter,
of the unsuspecting dream

rooted
in place,
they wait, silently
drawing strength from
the majesty pouring forth,
from the earthโ€™s very core

touched
by the clay beneath,
they reach for the sky,
and listen for our lullaby

to begin
again

as
we coalesce
beside their very best,
and remind ourselves
they are of nature,
and, our makers very best

for,

it is within
our hearts, that lives
the truest test

of
our resilience
to match
their guidance,
alongside a millennia
of previous trauma

which,

though
continues today,
let us please pray

and, give thanks
on this day,
for the beauty
living inside
the trees dismay,
not often
enough conveyed

yet,
often betrayed,
so, let our love
be displayed

In response to the WDYS #93 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.


#poetry, #connection, #earth, #healing, #humanity, #life, #love, #nature, #planet, #poem, #poems, #protection, #safegaurd, #trauma, #trees