earth

[incantation]

Winds are like fainting
Ghosts, bees a stethoscope
Overwhelmed by sound
Of surging hearts.
Wounded in beauty
The earth offers handcuffs
Of gold to its guests.
Does the butterfly
Experience its biography
After death and a planet
Experience its rebirth
After extinction of a race.
Rain delivers sustenance
To sunflowers, earth's
Hours are delivered
To the
Sun. Wildfires run
Through forests. The
Timed beauty of waterfalls
Echoing, moonlight
Moving across the nightjars
Wing, beauty of nature's
Daughters has equal allure.

Does lightning dream about those

who dream about lightning. Winter

navigates it's labyrinth of unlit watchtowers

and empty hives. Sleepwalkers shadow

the moon in search of unfinished halos.

 

 

[Tinker]

Hi Incantation,  I'm surprised this hasn't had an responses yet.  It is crammed with unique imagery beginning with the first line.  I'm not sure I see where it is going other than the vision each line paints in words which are beautiful.  

~~Tink

[David W. Parsley]

Hi Barry, wow, this one packs a wallop for this reader!  You could have named it something like, "Lament for the Sixth Great Mass Extinction."  This is an Earth that is recovering from our follies and dereliction yet cannot help being haunted by what was beautiful about us.  But the haunting is implied, just out of sight while the planet restarts its nourishing waterflows, new chapters of its perpetual biography.  Nothing you have previously written is more imaginative or more impacting than this one.  Though I find the line spacing at the end a little perplexing, I assume there is a reason for it.  You are still on your game, friend!

Thanks (I think!),
 - David

[incantation]

thanks Tinker and David..where is everyone?...

[incantation]

tony is very elusive..

[tonyv]

Barry, I agree this is one of your best yet. There is beauty, a loveliness that permeates throughout. By the end --

On 9/30/2022 at 4:53 AM, incantation said:

Does lightning dream about those

who dream about lightning. Winter

navigates it's labyrinth of unlit watchtowers

and empty hives. Sleepwalkers shadow

the moon in search of unfinished halos.

-- I am completely captivated. Nice work!

Tony

[David W. Parsley]

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Cheers,
 - David