Just Land

Still waters
motioned grass
blank skies
slow trees
calmed child-
slashing waters
flying grass
black skies
splitting trees
crying child
screaming, terror
all shattered
to pieces
all still
no life
just land

by Nicole Seekings

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Nice poem it goes with winter
Winter blues manifested marvelously by the nature beautifully portrayed.
The poems misses both rhyme and rhythm... but even in open verses the meter is somewhat edgy. And the emphasis one just a single colour seems to take away some charm from the verses. Reading Robert Francis for the first time... and poems or poets ought not be judged. But taking a leaf out of the poet's work, I have tried a little imitation... with some hints of colour: HERE COMES WINTER Is winter here with its touch of blue? Rough edges hued in ivory white, When autumn left I have not a clue But the days get shorter than the night; The skies are painted a pallid grey Distant horizons a purple tinge, Have wondering clouds all gone astray Anticipating a wintry binge? Avian twitter joyfully spells From atop browning skeletal trees, It commingles with the peal of bells Their holy echoes bear fervent pleas; A lilting mist upon meadows green Lo brusquely kissed by the north wind cold, Here comes winter with its gleaming sheen It’s time to rummage our woollies old. ********
Winter is icy blue, Fall a mute orange, Spring is a sprouting green, Summer a blazing red... O, through the seasons of life we tread repeating ad nauseam inside my head winter transmutes the living to the dead Spring: nature's regenerative flower bed...
Winter comes with a shade of blue all around. Very nice.Loved it.
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