Day 27: Sunset

A cute little mini vacay happened, and poetry did not, but now I'm back on track. 


The sun hangs heavy,
wavering horizon.
It burns my retinas
with a goldenbright shine


Prairie grass, green and sepia
Sparse trees in the dusty light.
Who am I?
Just another molded mind?


Chasing down the motes of
lovely light
Gathering my dust
and hoarding the sight


Oh Coral Sky,
soft with the breathing cool
Let me not forever-run
with my eyes closed.


Oh Tremorous Wind,
shiver me deep.
Let me not
fall fast asleep...


Oh Spirit of God,
walking in the evening
Let me not forget
the truth beyond my view.

Day 21: Planted

My feet sink deeper

and my soul uncurls

like a crumpled butterfly 

beating the air with it's

paper thin wings for the first time.

My toes are warm

in the crumbling dirt

and they drink in the sweetwater

with a sound too deep to hear

Sun on my upturned palms

Peace in my bones

as I dwell in the Land

The faithfulness of God

is the sky above me

and the earth beneath me

I live, I move

I am

in Him

My roots are wrapped

deep in the heart of God

Drawing my Green

from it's pulse

My branches are raised

in praise

As He smiles down

 from the sunny sky

Photography By Gilad (http://gilad.deviantart.com/)

Psalms 37:3-4

"Trust in the Lord, and do good:

Dwell in the land and feed on His faithfulness.

Delight yourself in the Lord.

And He shall give you the desires of your heart."

Day 20: Link

Sudden connect

and I feel

your pulse again

Steady of stream of

electric signals

Weeks in the desert

looking for your water-words

And then I 

hear your heart?

Singing slow-fire and sorrow

My consciousness explodes 

the yellow sparks ignite

in the dustbowl

of my mind

How I've missed you

Day 19: New Blue

I chased you through my dreams*,

Bursting Blue inside your eyes.

You were the speed of sound

Traveling a hundred miles...

Cold was the wind

between us

As we rolled through

the swiftly changing scenes

We fell into the Sea,

heard the words the whales have sung.

My skin bled into yours,

As cloudy water filled our lungs.

But then I was a 

thousand years away

falling through the stars

Crisp Constellations

Neptune and Mars

I had no Air 

to speak the words

I love you, New

I love you, Blue

*based on a real-life trippy dream

Day 18: CoralBreaker Lagoon

For Olive, Babylon and the Pope

Scale the black

and decorative fence

While global lamplights

reflect on the water

Blue and white tiled pool

Rootbeer spilling on the cement

Just skin, against 

the velvet darkness

Katy Perry, summer air

Diving deep, water-world

around us

We were timeless

in the night

Laughing 'till our eyes

were bright

We: alive

We: the fearless

When we were

Children of Summer

-Relish

Day 17: Friend

I ranted

Kicked stones

Let myself feel the sadness

Deep in my bones

                    

And you sort of smiled,

And loved me: limitless

Offered no shallow

And overused advice.

But clambered the rooftops with me

And let me rest in the shadowed trees.

My soul had room to breathe.

While our eccentric dialect

Kept the witches from

Knowing our secrets

We are the foxes,

Fleet and rather random

Hiding in bushes,

And old abandoned

 Trains

I hope you know,

The world explodes.

With Hope and Expectation

When you’re near. 

Day 16: September in Paperclips

Day 14: Fall Bliss

Today was lovely. I wore my bright hoodie and worn jeans and generally rejoiced in the cool air.
I also attempted to write a semi-classical poem, like strict meter, form and whatnot but obviously I gave up after the second verse. I don't know why I have so much trouble with it. After all I used to churn them out like they were going out of style (....oh wait....). But anyways take a gander at my metaphor laden thoughts and sing some September songs for yourself.

Autumn blew in, her scarves disarrayed,

late for the season’s re-styling

Huffing about the sweltering drought,

her perm growing limp and dismaying

Then the wind frisked me up and down,

checking for signs of summer.

The cool was near, so crisp and clear,

to weave my thoughts with gossamer.

A sudden sigh, she (Autumn) stood.

Hands on hips.

A secret smile on crimson lips,

her mind in RedGold dreams.

Each finger a blending brush,

the palette of her eyes was enough.

And she swept the skies with colder hues,

crispifing reds and blues.

Liquefying autumn ink,

pouring on the roots of trees.

And slowly leaves will ripen into

Yellow Mellow shades.

The content sinks deep,

and we relish in the chilly air

Sing to me September songs,

for I’ve been waiting

far too long

please yes

Day 12: Morning Mist

The fog clung to gladgreeningground,

Misty the nebulous wind.

The road stretched out,

A beckoning shout.

And the Earth rejoiced in the day.

The jolt of the air,

Brushed the webs from my hair.

As I recollected my hazified dreams.

The shape of your eyes

when your smile explodes,

my astral meandering.

So I ran by the roadside,

Hush in the morning.

My thoughts as distinct as the mist

Though lost in the tangle,

The stillness indwelling.

I live for the moments like this. 

Day 10: Static

I've got nothing but a blank page.

disconnection breeds my discontent.

Cyclical despair fights my attempts

to break the moldy mold. 

Shout it out!

I can't hear your voice

over the endless, silent noise.

Friendless on the crowded shores.

Would you draw the yew-bow?

When the river runs slow.

Strike the heart of winter's wolf,

break the bonds upon the earth. 

Link by link upon my chain,

day by day upon my pain.

I walk the line, of oak and pine,

until the scent can purge my mind. 

Day 9: Golden Days

We were young and army-strong,

The golden days were sleepy-long.

Strawberry Lips

and 

Fearless Blue

Sitting on the sunny stairs,

building castles in the air.

Our hearts were bound,

Our hope was found.

And time can never change the sound.

But you turned Red and I was Gold,

in the windy fall that made us old.

We traded innocent for wise. 

I know I gave you winterwounds,

with snow and frost as my perfume.

But you still held me gently,ever-so-tight.

Empty it may be, my dear,

But love will cast away the fear.

Doors may close, and seasons pass,

but friendship binds us,

present....past....

Day 7: The Struggle

Love and war,

blood and gore

I cannot find the holy cure

Gridless...Godless

Helpless...Hopeless

I have seen it all

empire buildings fall

Cynicism, atheism

bitterness and burning gall

Tired of hearing angry men

pretend to speak in lines

tired of hearing hippies

who are tired of hearing lies

And perhaps I'm just a bug,

who shakes his fist at The Machine

Who is merely trying to...

keep its windshield clean.

How I wish for wrong and right,

shades of gray

against my skin

Nothing true in sight.

So I'll stay up all night

and watch

the 

sunrise

Day 6: River Anthem

Picture by Tom Murphy, Poem by Joy 

Day 5: Missouri Love

I saw a man 

down by the river

sitting on the greengrowing bank

The heat pressed 

against my skin

As the crickets

shouted in my ears

So I sat with him awhile

He had a bearded smile...

And the muddy water

      rolled by

Day 4: Humanity

“You see,” said Aslan. “They will not let us help them. They have chosen cunning instead of belief....."

-The Last Battle by C.S. Lewis

Wind the clocks
 and roll the dice
Tell the tales
 of Men and Mice

Shall we coat our tongues with iron?
Throw the books upon the fire
paint The Box with seismic lines
Lock away the Love and Ire.

We: sagacious
now surmise
There is no truth
There are no lies

If The System's god,
and God is dead
then we've no place to lay our head

Murm'ring, muttering,
philosophic rules
Oh that I were a child,
for all men are fools

Day 2: A Psalm

Today is the day

The Lord has made

I will turn my face to the sun

His name is written

On every drop of dew

And each blade of grass

Carved in stone, inscribed in glass

Let’s run together

Greener pastures,

Cerulean skies

Tranquil eyes

When your life is not your own

He is my shepherd,

I am resting,

I am drinking in

The light

(Some lovely art by Janina Kobel 

http://www.paintingsilove.com/artist/janinakobel)

Listen to this and watch the sunrise, and tell me you don't come out with a similar poem:

This post is part of the 30 Days Series