Wildflower

there are some who say

she is a weed

having strayed

beyond establishment bounds

creeping in

riotous colors

amongst neat boxwoods

pruned severely

eliminating individuality

her pungent scent

draws bees

who buzzzzzzz veracity

she allows

pollination

of her pistil

with rampant

authenticity

her off color

mutations

feistily infiltrate

carefully cultivated

conservatories

her tenacious fibers

overrun

hothouse refinery

 

Resurfacing the Return

it must be Mt Everest

she is climbing

barefoot bikini’d

breathless

in the howling

of the coldest wind

peak unscalable

blizzard obscured

she only knows

ascend she must

it is undeniably the Sahara

across which she trudges

camel-packed and overloaded

parched

in the relentless

beating scorch

destination miraged

shimmering oblivion

on and on and on

she slogs, determined

unquestionably it is the Trench

from which she arises

crawling and kicking

suffocating

under lightless pressure

fighting the crippling bends

surface the faintest

hint of a glimmer

near to bursting

she strokes on

exhausted in endless effort

desolated in the solitary sojourn

she pauses

contemplates inverted

mysteries of the universe

wonders if peace arrives

in standing still

(photographer: unknown)

 

Voices

infused of the cosmos

she is their voices

 

tenacious and talon-tongued

she is the whistling warning

under the hawk’s taxi

down the runway

winging aloft fervently

 

sage and perspicacious

she is the measured note

owl’s hoot of knowledge

dropping stoned oceans

coursing wise and steadily

 

throaty and ardent

she is the tentacled heart-beat

pull of salmon sunrise

poach of breath and agony

lights ephemerality

 

unobtrusive and undeniable

she is the creeping whisper

muted march of myrtle

rhythmic pound of tides

circling inexorably

 

hard-shelled and vanished

she is the forested sigh

slide of ancient snail

solipsistic journey

far beyond infinity

 

she paints the sky

with their voices lost

splicing self with dignity

inhaling smoke and mirrors

of madness and reality