As the days pass
Sunrise, Sunset, Midnight
To dawn…
Oh, to dawn
The sky slowly fading from smoky indigo to
Eyelids t
ou
ched by
Warm light
Heavy weighty Dew
Saturated
Forest - multiple layers of resin
Poured
In hyper-lapse
Until peeking sun rays wipe away the last
Tear
drops clinging to the very t
i
p
s
Of tall blades
of
G R A S S
Making meaning
Being
O P E N
Receptive
To it a l l … breathless beauty
Sometimes I wish for subdued
Muted
Quiet
Feelings…
Happiness is…
Bright, brighter still than the sun
although f l e e t i n g
like soapy
Iridescent
Bubbles…
Sadness is… home
A deep flesh wound…
Searing
White hot
from pressed
salt. - Cleansed
Constant
Buzz
Anger is… a black box… threatening to
detonate
Wonder
Oh, wonder is air
Is breath
Is
pain...
Skin - membrane is thin
Like translucent washi
paper
Beautiful in its
Insistence on form
Even
If
barely
There.
Handle with care.
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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Comments (1)
This description of nature's beauty is really vivid. It makes me think of early morning hikes when everything's fresh and full of promise. The emotions described are spot-on too.