Nature gods rush from
presently forming clouds
shifting shape all time they
play with elements on-cue
you, me, peace, the cosmos
and catastrophes all are food
unequivocal their right
omniscient no wonder
only fleeting views seem created
all else manufactured
image clouds flee photo jskewes
I like this very much. And this relic of mine from a few years back...
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Garbage in the streets, loose.
For a moment the rats are still.
This picture is without smell.
Accumulate how hunger
is turned to waste. Discard
the late heat of what we loved.
The Easter-time of insects
makes the refuse-body One.
Walk away the garbage.
Morning, streets swept,
nocturnal vehicles disconnect
down alleys ripped of memory.
One word of love is missed.
Creatures gather everything.
Thanks Rob and tanx for sharing yours. The balance of 'One word of love missed' is mighty
DeleteI really responded to the 'food' image. I must think on this for a while. Jeffree, you really capture the immensity of it all.
ReplyDeleteThanks for saying. Yes I too keep thinking a bit on that one ... the big guys are big scale hey?
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