Flourish- 6/20/2020
Walking tall
these summer wildflowers
sprouting small
yet growing devine
every single day
a new hourglass
of growth
waiting on the wildflowers
to just walk tall and bare their arms and limbs
into pastels of petals
just open their wings
to the butterflies
Walking tall
these summer wildflowers.
Surface-6/20/2020
Green algae
flowing water
hidden goldfish
like
secret societies
flourishing beneath
the lily pads
and eating the
water hyacinth
secret scales
fins and tails
tooth and nails
whenever will you surface again?
these goldfish are convicts
accused of crimes
yet to be determined.
they swim in the cage
they’re in
underneath the hyacinth.
ignition- 1/5/2020
Ignite the flame
it sparks with a spark
glowing candle
bright within
burns to create art.
Go down deep
deep, deep, deeper still
deeply breaths
but your drowning softly
and cannot swim.
Go deeper still
Do not fear
Find the sand
and
learn how to
kick
swiftly, carefully, until
you mange to flip
there
yes there
on your back
begin to float
you body knows how
you’ve just forgotten
water
air
fire
earth
Turn backwards, before the lit the flame
before you blew it out and threw yourself
into
oceans
we are combined of oceans within us
we each have an eternal flame
we wear the skies of stars into our hair
yet we do not bother to look up enough to notice them
our feet embraced the grass, dirt and roots
as the wind crashes into our breath.
Look to the Ancient ones, the old Gods and Goddesses of lore.
Look to your Ancestors.
Lastly look into your heart
and then light that
inner flame.
Ignite that inner flame, that speck of color or bright white light
breathe in breathe out
relax
be one
with
everybody
all
of
humanity.
An ignition is sometimes simply
a spark that starts a fire.
ignite
your flame
and
keep what’s
secret
to yourself.
Flight- 1/4/2020
It’s just a flight of fancy
these written verses
not meant to be
heard or seen.
It’s just a forest
without any bare trees.
It’s just a flight of fancy-
tangled branches and heresy.
It’s just a Pond
without any Koi
It’s just the empty soul
without any Joy.
It’s just a January
without resolutions
these written verses
bare no solutions.
It’s just a flight of fancy.
It’s just a forest.
It’s just a pond.
the words are nothing
but a
glimpse
beyond.
Climate Change- 1/4/2020
Climate Change
ever expanding,
ever growing,
as we sit idle
by and by.
Watching Floods
on the nightly news,
waiting on Wildfires
in countless places-
(California, The Amazon in Brazil, Bush-fires in Australia…)
cease to burn.
Watching Glaziers melt
and polar bears drown-
as the Sky Falls down.
Watching as Koalas in Australia
die and countless lives lost
or homeless and suffering.
As we ignore the Warnings
from a Generation of Youth,
these young people, they’re our future,
They demand change, we must change.
How many more Natural Disasters,
Mud-slides
Earthquakes
Forest fires
Hurricanes
and Tropical Storms-
Does it take?
Our Earth is Crying Out,
to us, in a myriad
of ways.
When will her voice be enough
to convince us
of Climate Change?
Bleeding Heart bush
Wildflowers sprouting
Sunlight and green grass.
Dogs playing
a murky pond
yearning for goldfish.
Lily pads and algae.
What does Summer mean to me?
This I do not know
but like everything else
I’ve planted-
I must grow.
Spring brings blooms
tulips opening slowly
into bursts of bubbling colors
Spring brings bold once barren landscapes
into bright beautiful blossoms of color
hues of pastels shades of baby blue and greens
everything unfolds freely into the warm wind.
Spring brings blooms
the flowers they whisper as they peek out
from tightly wrapped buds
even the grass changes from brown back to green.
The change of seasons is dramatic
the rebirth of earth and plants hang upon
a restless daydream.
Barren white landscape
walking in drifts of snow
beneath my feet is ice
wind whipped hair
chapped natural crimson lips
cracked hands covered by cotton gloves
winter’s envelope touches the sky
empty branches nothing grows
in the ice cold snow
except Winter Blues.
Tip toe through the tulips-
by Emily H. Sturgill 5/6/15
Tip toe through the tulips,
flowers flourish
bringing Spring.
My tabby
he’s lazy, yet smart
he enjoys the natural
surroundings – as he tip toes through the tulips…
looking for his next bunny,mouse, or bird
to “play” with.
He loves the chase and the hunt-
not enough warrior spirit to go
in for the kill
or no perhaps that is me.
He brings us presents half alive,
and I try to free as as many as I can.
It’s ruthless, reckless, dangerous-
yet even he knows how to
tip toe through the tulips.
He knows how to enjoy his day!
As Spring Flowers flourish the tulips eventually
will turn and tumble
downwards closing up their buds
dropping their petals
for the hot heavy humidity
of Michigan Summer,
just right around
the corner.
Grimoire-
a leather bound book
laced together
of secrecy and such
the breath of a raven
the ghost of a feather
beneath a shadow who smells
of desire.
Grimoire-
a book of secrets
passed from one generation
to the next-
stepped in ones history
a landscape of
time not forgotten
words whispered quietly
among the chosen.
Sometimes secrets are better
left quietly whispered into
the darkness part of the night
under the fullest moon
shattering secrets
casting spells
in the pale yellow lime
moonlight.
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