December Cold Once upon a cold night, Trees knew little peace When a strong wind swept by, Slippery was the grassy pathways Leading to the small village But many won’t risk it outside For the wind was growing to a storm “What do you make of this cold?” A grey-furred rabbit broke the silence His… Continue reading Amuse: December Cold, The Hill, and Two Foxes
Tag: Poetales
Musing: The Ostrich
1 To you my feathery friend, I write In the greying fields, your fur I sight Dangling by your sides are your wings Your neck is up, for a long time you sing 2 Caw caw, caw caw those are your favorite words The wind is your friend, the soil is your playground The shrub… Continue reading Musing: The Ostrich
The Shepherds Tale
Lonely stars filled the cloudy night Crickets quizzed behind the rocks But the lonely Shepherd stayed awake Watching the glittering from the star light Listening to the bleating of sheep, his lullabic songs Sniffing wet and mild airs that came from the lake He lays on his soft pillow of wool Wrapping his arms about… Continue reading The Shepherds Tale
Lullaby: Moonshine
”Where there is shine, there is a way…” Take a walk through the pathways that lead to the village center Pass the heavily treed garden of sour grapes and locust bean And the ever singing Pines that border the town from the forest Upon the skies, like a print of gold on the darkened grey… Continue reading Lullaby: Moonshine
‘The land is hungry, so are my words…
Let’s make it rain… Let’s flood the dry earth and let the ink flow again!’
Now I seek to hear the sound of the rain fall
Yes let it rumble through the clouds
Like the stomach of a child about to purge
The vegetations here attest to the growing might
The stars are gone, gone out of the human sight
But this strange wind is not ordinary, it is the rain!
And when it rain, let it flood the drought lands
Let it fill everybodies pots, drums and calabashes
Let it water every sick vegetable all over the globe
Let it feed the cattle and wildlife everywhere on Earth
Let it fall and refresh the dying world
And let some rain dampen the ground on which we walk
In the morning we shall see a new seed sprout!
The tent doors shake with the coming wind
Here comes the might of the heavy rain herself
She twist and turns, hovers and manoevres, up and down
The great emissary of this rain; the wind plays about
Let me feel the smooth airs that come with it
Let me feel the wingless surge of the breeze
Let me feel the sweet whisper and kiss of mother Nature
Let the rooftop play me a fanciful drum of many beats
As my eyes close quietly, let a heavy rain fall!
Now I make the rain fall, wait and listen to it!
Commentary.
In Africa and some other parts of the globe, men are known to make rain fall. It is a craft which some have used for selfish reasons or for the general good of the clan.
This is purely imagined piece.
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The Apple blossom and turn red
Before now the Pines tell her
‘You are not what we think you are’
For then she was green and young
And when the wind blew around
The forest side, she swerved about
Like a tree leave upon a branch
‘I will blossom some day, you know’
She would say and always chuckle
Blushing in grave but absolute innocency
And in deep shyness she would look away
But these Pines would always look to her
Trying to see a fault, two or more
But the Summer will ripen all
And the grapes would never be the same again
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When Summer arrives with her smiles
And the wheat fields glitter gold
As the clouds turn blue and white
And the Suns heat wake from her slumber
Painting the Earth with awesome hues
And all about the farm, joy and gladness
Awaken warm apparitions of love
Sweet memories of nice wine tasting
And the horse rides across the beach
The camp at the bush of hares
And the gathering of sour-sops
Summer comes taking the coldness
Upon the Earth and off peoples hearts
