#nh #bluesky #sky #forest #lake #poetry #nature #adventure #amwriting

#nh #bluesky #sky #forest #lake #poetry #nature #adventure #amwriting

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Sounds great like an Earthquake

Waiting for April Showers
by Harry Baxter

Display me on the blank white brickwork of old buildings
project my essence – a thin, translucent film -
across the night sky
from my passions make fireworks
exploding on the 4th
their light permeating the sleep
of weary, blinking stars
these sentiments which can wick away the sweat
of 1,000 hard-working brows
toiling away in the field
where wisdom and…

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Stalking silk webs

A Noiseless Patient Spider
by Walt Whitman

A noiseless, patient spider,
I mark’d, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
Mark’d how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
Ever unreeling them–ever tirelessly speeding them.

And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaseles…

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Stronger than Human

A Little Road Not Made Of Man
by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

A little road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.

If town it have, beyond itself,
‘T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh, — no vehicle
Bears me along that way.

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jeremiahwaltonpoetry:

Two trees crouched low, slumped like grandfathers smoking another cigarette. Their clothes had been stolen by the season, and a stoned cold was frosting the soil. 

No birds sang. No humming birds drank. No insects chattered. The bars and gospels of summer were unusually dead.

The ground began to quiver.

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Celestial bullshit

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"If I pray hard enough, I’ll survive the jump." - quote from a dead man #vt #vermont #nature #river #winter #adventure #ThereIsArtUnderThatBridge

"If I pray hard enough, I’ll survive the jump." - quote from a dead man #vt #vermont #nature #river #winter #adventure #ThereIsArtUnderThatBridge

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Photos dug up from the roadPhotos by Rislaine B.
taken on the road (2012 – 2013)
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Photos dug up from the road

Photos by Rislaine B.

taken on the road (2012 – 2013)

http://rislaine.com

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Outstretch your arms and allow the wind to crucify you

Sensuous in touch

An iron hand

in a velvet glove.

Brush flesh, tingles body

A love for the world is born

in a moment

until lisps

to torrent

of new

and old

experiences.

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I brush her foliage hair

from the leaves of her eyes

and watch Autumn

bend light into images

walking away.

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"Afternoon Desert" by Kislay Chauhan

Tides in absorbed sunlight, dry sand desert 

Whitish glare, seeking mirror boats 

Where time is dried, moments sweat 

Music in flames, days on the roots 

Dewdrops of morning search shadow 

Where sun is more leaned, cleaned but hard

The outsized branches, curvy eyes of leaves 

Stony feet the sharp fingers digging surface 

The labors with spades mining the place 

Small spiders with sewing tensing wounds 

Blocking airs impelling to breath high

With black and white scenes and sky 

Turning years of hooks and scissors without rain 

Striving bones, sore throats of birds and beasts 

And then steady rocks of bronzed silence 

Little weeds the waiters of years

And no one dares, no one hears

Only the tails of trees bounding water 

Spongy blue ribs spread out of chest 

The boats only mirages peeping far away 

Forever a mirage alone never gets any meet 

Dazzling waves decorate them hanging mirrors 

The last storm all forgot but still the signs there 

Desert fencing borders far of the crowds 

Where only cheerful nights smile 

And afternoon songs are tired unto evenings 

When all the stars dine together 

On sand-sheet, sand with resting eyes

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"There Is Another Sky" by Emily Dickinson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

(Source: famouspoetsandpoems.com)

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The Fox

thecriticalsentinel:

The fox swims in abandoned channels, always a few hours ahead of my voice.

It whispers the secrets of parliaments and Queens.

I castle my my kingdom for a Rook and fly on its broken black wings

to a world where the fox dances with Whales

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Poems About Nature By Jeremiah Walton
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