nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Mounts
The walls at camp are covered in mounts. An elk, a coyote skin, two lacquered rattlesnakes, at least fifteen buck. When I was twelve years old, they started dipping the skulls in paint before mounting them, dyeing the bone beneath the antlers. One of my pap’s is a tie-dye orange and green. One of my brother’s is blueish chrome. It’s strange to see the deep round eye-hollows staring through anything but the color of bone. I think, “At least let it be dead.”
By Caleb Thomas5 years ago in Poets
"I Wonder"
Some days I wake and I wonder is today the day, is today the day I stand at the end of time, is the earth going to rattle into a million pieces, are the oceans going to wither beneath, is the time going to just freeze, are memories just going to vanish, are fields going to ignite into thin air, are flying insects and birds just going to fall to the ground. Some nights I try to fall asleep and I have a million thoughts as if the sun never rises again, the clouds just hover into the sky, as if the stars are never going to scintillate anymore, as if the moon goes down and thats the end of time. What if it was and all of this was just gone?
By Emerald Walker5 years ago in Poets
