rabbits leaping, birds tweeting,
the sun rising, hills welcoming,
breeze blowing, paths winding,
potential painting, colours calming:
skies awakening, day breaking.
Forkalyst gig at Spilles in Düsseldorf, Himmelfahrtskommando near the Loreley, Villa Hügel with Florian, Folkerdey, and various things in between. (60 photos)
six strings
sit still
song soon.
colours shimmering,
sun lowering.
leaves leaving,
seasons deepening.
trees lightening:
branches preparing.
winds cooling,
time wintering.
I wrote this poem with reference to a series of key words in the first edition of Planet Persephone's Go Offline zine. I used "lightening", "time", "shimmer", "colour", "deep", "leaves", "wind", and "winter".
There was no moonlight tonight. Paris was left to dream of soft romantic hues radiating from the far away icy sphere that glows with celestial fervour. She was left to wonder what it would be like for the hopeful trees to be tinged with silver and white and flutter slowly with the cool, ethereal breeze of night. She was left to imagine hours where the near and distant skies were cloudless, where beaming stars gracefully dotted the heavens with eternally flickering, beautiful sights. There was, after all, moonlight – and stars – tonight. The soothing, quiet, gentle glow, was – is – always inside.
This story is written in the "Drabble" form that I first learned from Juhis.
trees and canopies
shelter for the fisherman
stoic as a river: he is still
in movement
engaged like a painter
watching the moment.
This poem was inspired by Jules-Louis Dupré's "Willows, with a Man Fishing".
eyes closed, sights
of day — memories —
appear vivid
as trees and paths
paint the skyline
with colour.
with colour, motion.
