A horse bolts
Across a distant fenced horizon,
Like a maned, muscled
Zipper,
Separating blue sky
From pastured green.
Afternoon Vision of a Horse
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Tag Archives: nature
To Be a Part or Apart
Where to get: Free Verse in Useless Times
Just a little shameless self promotion : As you may or may not know, I have been working on publishing my first poetry book and it has now hit the “e-shelves” -“Free Verse in Useless Times”
I really hope you will buy and enjoy it – the poetry in the collection been described by one reviewer as ” lovely and sometimes profound” it’s $3.99 US and if you do, please also consider leaving a review. Both would mean a lot to me. You can purchase it through iBooks, Indigo and Chapters Kobo or on Smashwords, the self-publishing site that I have used. Here are the links:
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Apple’s iBooks – https://itun.es/ca/X_5S_.l
Indigo/Chapters Kobo – https://www.chapters.indigo.ca/en-ca/books/free-verse-in-useless-times/9780995003309-item.html
Smashwords -https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/600267
Thanks for considering and again, best of the season and a very happy New Year!
Thank you for your support !
Peter
Questions Questions
Why hunger,
Why existential pain?
Is the current truth a fake ?
Should we empathize with pigs ?
Why are cell phones
named after nature’s fruit ?
And who does the child
as an adult look
for ?
What is it about nature
and the lake?
And I
Image
And I
The thoughts
Of you are with me
And the ice
of your prescience no more,
Numbs me, I alone
And walking from
This strong tree
existence .
I join you
in a note of
Oblivion & shadow
Nature as small
as ladybug shade
crawling across
shoulder
Chorus
Image
The gulls are
screaming
as if in a chorus
saying
behold full white moon
hanging and pendulous
on 3 striped shades
of blue and
the dark Is coming
Stir
Image
Receding white
yields to moist
patch of brown
and burnt brown
leaves of grass
White branch ,
sepia, taupe, sienna
dried and feathered
by the cold
Up reaching to the sky,
A dull stirring In the air
under a pale grey blue
of enduring daylight .
The sun gauzed
in a grey white haze
stubbornly relents
to its’ descent .
Scent of Wet
Scent of wet
greenery and camomile
sting lush at night.
Tropical intoxication
brought to life by rain passed
and forgotten
The Travellers
The Travellers
Each one of us
is a traveller
and often a wastrel,
with a soul like
a feather in the wind.
Winds blow it
mercilessly hard and cold
in furious storms without meaning
into thankless death.
Lead our souls like a feather in the wind
like a sheep and like a naïve lamb
led by a loving hand .
Its such a long way to go,
over the waters .
Thalassa, thalassa,
the wind blows ,
and we travel far
from the gentle start
in the morning.
We all have a choice to make
as we go .
“You have come down
now visible ,
Infinite and Eternal one
to conceal yourself
as the manifest force of nature
and to allow evil to have free reign
and to exist in this world ,
only to raise us high
and to test us to reveal ,
through your blowing
and changing winds ,
the traits of leadership
that you have given us,
and placed quietly within.
In your eternal will,
you wait patiently
to spring out
and fulfill . “ * *Kabbalistic Prayer
From “Dreams for a Saturday Morning” by PWChaltas
I Will Cleave to the One I love
I Will Cleave to the One I love
I will cleave
to the One I love
In the beauty that comes
from inside,
and to and from above ,
to the beauty of nature
without.
There’s no lasting beauty in abandon ,
no true joy in a One night stand .
It’s empty with a promise
of panacea .
There is only darkness
hiding there
and a sliding
of the wandering
errant hand .
PWChaltas 