“The harsh and finding pockets” wraps its way around a prompt from “We drink because we’re poets”, in terms of nature for me is about life between the harsh, and the refuge, maybe it’s even a little connected to human nature, but I think it’s best to let you decide. Go check out the prompt below if you like, I was suppose to stop at thirteen words or syllables per line, but drifted a little further to windward. Have a good week!
WDBWP: Monday Poetry Prompt #21: Fibonacci Poetry and thePrompt: Using the Fibonacci form, write a poem about what Nature means to You. For you artists out there, feel free to elaborate with a work of art.
Across the vast land
Where the red dirt, the dust drifts
Waiting on the first storms to wake wide the flat
Rivers of forgotten times when amber flowed as the sap of forests once
Now long gone as time laid to rest in the places cast in sandstone, iron, and nickle, between pockets water, and outland forest traces hidden
Lush to the senses, touch, breathe, colours escape upon every angle to listen as the wild finds refuges from out in the harsh heat riving red earth where their ancestors bones bleach dry beneath one
In all moments, an untethered, unweeping sun to the passing of time in lifes’ stricken moments of natures parched throat, wanting, seeking to dry out what remains in the shadows of the lost small worlds, these natural escapes of beauty, and wonder, just waiting for the known, unknown stranger, on their quest beyond the tall grass..
At the moment doing a bit of trouble shooting, replaced one ADSL line filter, still need to resolve a board sensor for a cpu fan, and replace a length of phone cable, might be back next week…