nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Clipped, Gypped Not Whipped
A bird with clipped wings, she suffocates while placating the nest. She wants to snatch a fish tale and drop it into a pool of quicksand. That won’t bring her wings back but it will lessen an underdeveloped load. She dares not undo her last song. So her plight for flight continues until that merciful deliverance. Why’s it taking so long?
By Pamela Benjamin8 years ago in Poets
Your Ocean Song
I love the ripples in the water. You used to talk to me through them. Show me how steady and constant and beautiful your love is. And when the waters are still, so is my heart. How the life in the water has a way of living out its purpose no matter if the waves are high or at rest. How small things will float on the waves if they have no holes. How the sunlight reflects with grandeur off of the water, just as your love is reflected through my very being. Help me to see, again. I take a step forward into the deep, and you're wrapped around me like those songs of rejoicing. The depths is where I find you, and it's where I find me.
By Ashlyn Terry8 years ago in Poets
Wyoming
The plains roll like the ocean here. Green, tan, brown in undulating patterns stretching farther than the horizon. Cattle dot black specs across public land; an occasional camel, elk, llama. A rancher’s mansion sits nestled into a hill twenty miles south of Cheyenne, where Wyoming meets the Colorado border, a twenty-foot high cross declaring it God’s Country. A buffalo sculpture juts into the sky not far beyond.
By Emily Miller8 years ago in Poets
