Wonder #Poetry

These feet
Stumble up the white
Mountain

My eyes
Teardrops like icepicks
Stabbing

This heart
No heat will ever
Unfreeze

Until
A song I hear in
The wind

Blue bird
So vocal and strong
Nestled

In the
Majestic black spruce
Teeming

Winter
Cannot stop a life
This small

Its eyes
Sparkle like a soul
On fire

Nature
In its truest form
Can heal

Broken
Hearts and shattered lives
–like mine

Quiet #Poetry

I stand in a forest
Among the skinny, fat bodies
As far as the eyes can see

The lush canopy over me
Swaying to and fro
Like a brush to the green sky

My fingers run over the brown bark
By its humming warmth, the tips tingle
Radiating to my heart, soul

I’m alive, I’m alive

I leave behind a world
So full of chaos and noise
Overwhelming me with darkness

Among the trees, there is a
Calmness surpassing all that
Man could ever offer

Here, peace comes naturally
Every sound vibrant and real
Quickening the dead within

Why would I ever go back?

#YouTube Tuesday: Man’s Hands

I wrote this poem not too long ago about my thoughts on nature, and how man tries to imitate it with his own creation.  Below you can either read it, or watch in video format.

 

Beauty and magic

are found in nature

where the urban

landscape

only hopes to

emulate

 

 

Guardian, keeper

of sacred and pure

unmarked, noble

from man’s

immoral hands

these peaks stand

 

 

This world darker it

grows, compelling me

to the mountains

in search

of what my heart,

soul yearn for

 

 

No city or wealth

created by man’s

hands can provide

the hope

and harmony

crafted by earth

 

 

Now I understand

the soldiers’ need of

retreat to the

quiet

after wars

to a place where true

healing exists

untouched, unblemished

by man’s hands

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

#WritersLife My “Secret” Creative Outlet

 

I believe that every writer has a secret or not-so-secret creative endeavor they work on when not writing.   Mine is taking pictures of trees.

What?

I have this fetish for trees.  Trees in all settings and life cycles; but especially when they’re in dormant or are dying.   There’s something sad about a tree who has lived its life-span, or has been ravaged by a violent storm.

 

I also enjoy taking pictures about my natural surroundings.

 

 

These all have taken by my tablet, and then edited on a photo software on my computer.  For being legally blind, these pictures have turned out okay.  I’m thinking about buying an actual digital camera.  Not an expensive one; but something I can play with to my heart’s content.

What about you?  Do you have any creative things you like to partake in when not writing?