Elk and Earth

  Upon the earth, the Elk’s hoof treads, Imprinted, Drawn upon the soil, Before the rise of the sun, A silence within the woods, Across the pines and rocky terrain, Sticks and logs forlorn, The earth and the elk, In … Continue reading

A Dripping Wet Canvas In Fumes

The sun, in shining light,
Above land of shattered plight,
Of railways and broken trees,
Seethes and churns,
Corrodes the earth,

The emerald fields,
Fade away to dust,
The oceans tides rise,
And edge into the land,
Under the light of the full moon,

Open highways,
Gravel and asphalt,
From west to east,
Smoke and smoulder,
Hazed and misted over,
South to north,
Ice caps and a melting pot,
Bubbling and simmering fuse,

The highway to hell,
With faux and fur,
Plastic and wilting,
Stained and perfumed,
The world, a new cartoon,
Lava and molten rock,
A dripping wet canvas in fumes.

Where Does Lost Love Go?

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Lost love floats in the breeze,

Twirls and catches on trees,

The branches grasp it,

The leaves to cocoon,

The sunshine warms,

The night air passes over,

It begins to cool,

Lost love drifts down to the ground,

Into the damp earth,

It sinks,

Buried below the surface,

Lost love resides.