nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
feuille-morte
slow rot drifts down, as memories of summer fade lurid wistfulness ~~~ I thought the ghastly history of the word "lurid" makes it a fitting adjective for this haiku and also a great word for describing the color of the dying leaves. The word comes from the Latin 'luridus', which was used in the 17th century to describe the pale yellowish color of diseased or bruised skin.
By Imola Tóth5 months ago in Poets
Ephemeral
crimson wonderland laced with gold and emerald— just for an instant. ~~ 🍂 I got some time off in the forest at work because the forester was 2 hours late. So I sat down under an oak tree and wrote at least a dozen of haikus for this challenge. I finally got myself a waterproof notebook, so I can write down my ideas.
By Imola Tóth5 months ago in Poets
If My Dreams Had a Soundtrack. AI-Generated.
If My Dreams Had a Soundtrack When I wake, silence greets me first. It’s never complete silence, of course—the faint hum of the fan, the distant thud of a neighbor closing a door, my own breath rising and falling. But compared to the night world I just left, it feels empty, like the orchestra has suddenly walked out of the pit. My dreams always carry music, though I can’t say if it’s something I invent or something borrowed. If my dreams had a soundtrack, I think it would be stitched together from all the half-forgotten songs of my life, reassembled into something that knows me better than I know myself.
By Rashid khan5 months ago in Poets
