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A Standing CorpseUnder the seething heat of the sun
A juniper stands on a dry hill
Like so many surrounding him
He was burned to death by a wildfire

His twisted branches are smoky white
Still reaching out for all the heavens
In botanical rigor mortis
Commemorating desperation

He is a skeleton of a tree
A standing corpse in desert sunlight
Never to drink another raindrop
As dry as the arth that hold his roots

I step closer to this juniper
Small clouds of dust kicked up by my feet
I gently touch his bark and wonder
How longuntil his form break apart

Shade's ReprieveBeneath the shade of a juniper
I rest amid arid, yellow grass
Leaning with my arms propping me up
For many miles before me, dry hills
Stand covered in juniper and sage
Bathed in scorching unobscured sunlight
I take another swig of water
From my bottle and slowly inhale
Ever thankful for the shade's reprieve

A poem for the MoonThe moon is like a lamp in the night
It shines down on the world with its pure light
It listens to the calm sleep
Of its world’s little sheep
So gently is the light that embraces us
And in the day it leaves without making a fuss
Unnoticed in the day, but the moon is there
And it watches us and follows us everywhere
It shines its soothing light in my darkest days
It tries to cheer me up in its own ways
For me, the moon is something I could sing about
And it will listen to my voice and I have no doubt
Oh lovely moon so big, so round, so white
Never stop shining your pure light which shines so bright

Water lilies (white roses)Beautiful flowers so white and so pure
Floating on water and seem to allure
White roses which smell so sweet
Look down they’re below your feet

Nymphs sing their songs to protect
The broken heart from their queen
Because she died after one reject
The love that she gave, which was unseen

Old fairytales entwine around the flowers
And Water lilies are their names
Embedded the love in wonderful frames
Their roots are tall and strong as towers

As calm and beautiful as they are
Just like them you’ll become a star
You’ll love someone who accepts you
And that one will love and accept you too

Like lilies you can be strong
But also calm as where they swim
Though if you stay with them for long
You might hear the nymph’s hymn

Their melodies are only heard in the night
Listen carefully and you will hear
Dreams which let you shed a tear
Mysteries will shine so bright

Broken WordsAll through morning I was speechless
Words I broke in helpless fury
Many times they have betrayed me
I will let you be the jury
Now I'm glueing fragile pieces
That refuse to stick together
Some of them are so tender
Soft like dawn and light like feather
Some are serious and strong
Others jumpy, restless, funny
All of them give so much love
Like a smile that's bright and sunny
They're a part of me, my own
They have taught me many things
We have traveled many roads
They have given me the wings
They have shown me way through mazes
Held me up when I fell down
Sang to me the words of lyrics
Now they're broken and run-down
I have no right to judge them
They have logic of their own
All that happens has a reason
Love and care I should have shown

Seasons changeThe cardinal darts through the gleaming snow,
Wings beating harsh against the coldest winds
In fields of white where flowers won't grow,
Where leaves hit frozen rivers at their bend.
Life barely exists in this time of cold,
Too frigid for the little ones to play!
I then start to think of summers of old,
Of clouds in the sky, when fun filled my day.
Though, winter never lasts for very long...
The snow will start to melt and soon will fade.
The birds can resume their chirping and song
As they perch in the trees of the now green glade.

Look to the sky and you will surely see
The most brilliant blue bird soaring free.

What am I?Day comes
I run away
I cartwheel to the ground below
and dark comes
I vault back into the sky.

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Breathing SnowBlack pearls as eyes you have
too soon to catch a breath
too soon to call us we
who I am
is what you'll be

A longing call
between the mountains
and winter forests;
silent yet present
never ending scream
of forgotten souls

Out of red mouths
and blue eyes
how they shine
between the clouds
how they cry
without a sound

No need to count your frozen fingers
between seablue velvet
bury your cold body
into warm snow
bury your head down

We pinned our dreams into the sky
placed them between the stars
to watch them from far
while we die

ButterflyThe vibrant sun enlightens your wings,
Twitching and fluttering constantly,
You fly past a bird who sings,
Dismissing its calls nonchalantly.

Searching for fresh, colourful flowers,
You get along well with bees,
Staring at the sky for what seems like hours,
Your beauty could bring the sun to its knees.

Always free to roam where you must,
No one tries to capture you,
For you will completely turn to dust,
And there's nothing anyone can do.

Flutter by, my little butterfly,
And ensure that your mission will be completed,
Always ask people how and why,
And never, ever become defeated.

CirclesSettling autumn under heavy snow.
No wheat left to sow.
Branches frozen in soft ice.
Slowly opens, your tired eyes.

Breathless cold, still crisp.
Sun dancing, across morning mist.
Serenely does the nature sleep.
Autumn does no longer weep.

Fading life streams away.
Fighting to seize the day.
Living longer the less that dies.
Nature sleeps, and no longer cries.

What is lost will soon be once more.
Heating slowly from the core.
Blossoms blooming in renewed might.
Shows that darkness, will succumb to light.

ForestsForests
Much
like us,
They grow.
Much,
like us,
They fall.
As you count the rings,
The more you begin to know.
As you count the wrinkles,
The more you recall.
But when trees are surrounded by too many others
They cannot
g
r
o
w
;
Much like us.

A hunters Lullaby A hunters LA hunters Lullaby

A hunters Lullaby
is hearing the wind go by
the golden aspens whisper
The Fidgety fire flickers
The bees go bzzzz and hum
The willows sit glum

The Bugling Bull
gives me hope to mull
As he lets out a grunt
causing dreams of the hunt

Opowiadanie o wolnosci cz. 1-4Ucichł szelest liści, złagodniał wiatr. Dolar obudził się i czuł już bezgraniczną wolność. Obok niego mieściły się łąki i pola. Było pusto i każdy krok i ruch można było usłyszeć. Nie widział już starej i przeraźliwej przyczepy, rozwalonego boksu ani ludzi. Prócz ptaków nie było niczego. Nie wiedział nawet gdzie jest znajoma okolica. Samotność i bezradność zaczęła doskwierać koniowi. Gdzie by nie podejść widać to samo- hektary zielonej trawy i pola. Instynkt konia podsuwał mu ucieczkę. W każdej chwili przeraźliwa przyczepa może podjechać i zabrać go! Zagalopował przed siebie i z nadzieją na znalezienie bezpiecznego schronienie rozglądał się wokoło. Nagle spostrzegł przed sobą las. Spokojnym, ale chwiejnym krokiem pod

Deep in land of winter, somewhere in the snow
There's a little town, in which grass won't grow
In this town, like in many of them others
Lived many, many people, no one really bothers
In the night and day, they walked there around
Sometimes alone, and yet sometimes, with a hound
But the real life of city, dwelt deep inside
Under the house bricks, where something did hide

In the basements, in the kind off dark caves
Cats dwelt, in groups, that were rather a mess
Many shapes of them, as well as their length
Various ages, some young, and some out of strength
Amongst them, there was one, in particular oldest
Called simply “Old”, not

MountaintopClosing in on my destination
A journey full of imagination
Hiking, climbing all of the way
Worth it to stay here for a day

A mountaintop with crystal air
Wind running through my ragged hair
A forest full of lush, green life
That never has seen any strife

A racing river darts right through
Tinted just the perfect blue
All is quiet, tranquil here
With not a soul anywhere near

Rocky peaks for climbing, sliding
Right in half, the sky dividing
The sun falls to the horizon line
In the bright light, the whole world shines

I look around and all I see
Is a perfect world, won’t you agree?
Every time I’m near, I smile
I stop and stay her

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The Night Hunter

by ~Colecanth, Oct 30, 2012, 7:50:41 PM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

The watchful moon with pale slit eye,
A broken pearl in inky sky.
Silver stars pierce night's black pelt,
Pin-prick shards in shadowy felt.

A pallid owl, like scrap of mist,
Floats silently to secret tryst.
It seeks the small and furtive things,
And brings them death on silent wings.

bristle, feathers flash;
Lethal talons slick and slash.
Curved bone beak the fatal tooth;
Pebble eyes, cold and smooth.

When sunrise rears its fiery face,
Owl's fled the dawn without a trace.
Sunlit tongues lap night's cool shade,
And liquid darkness slips away.

The Night Hunterby ~Colecanth

Literature / Poetry / Nature / Traditional Fixed Forms

©2012-2013 ~Colecanth

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~shadowgirl99 Oct 31, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

this is great! i love it!

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~10kdays Oct 30, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

this is so descriptive and pretty, I love owls.

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~Colecanth Oct 31, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

Thank you~

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~10kdays Oct 31, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

your welcome.

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