Harmonious Daze

A poem about a night spent surrounded by nature, only distracted by an ipod.

Twitching wings sound green to me

The palest, translucent sliver of

Nature

Beating to fly

Like the pulse of a quiet, breathing planet.

 

The grass is stiff beneath my sweater;

the tiny shoots cluster together to hold my weight

Puncturing holes already stretched in the knitted warmth.

 

The moon is severed in the black sky

and I make angels on the forest floor.

The steady sound of a confident piano,

gentle drums and the faint shake of

Maracas

leak from the buds in my ears.

My eyes are closed to the world,

but the melody flings me into another realm

where spirit and music are no longer able to separate.

 

My fingers reach above my head

I can feel the warmth of unused bone and muscle heat and crack

below my skin.

My hands search the grass, press against thin wafers of veins.

The colors of fall bathe the excrement of the trees

and while in my harmonious daze, my anxious fingers stroke the

Laminas

And I can't hear the crackles as they crumble under my carelessness.

They gather around me as I embrace the earth,

like hands possessive as they stick to my hair and clothing.

 

They never want to let go, for I am on the ground with them

As an equal

 

Like the gnarled, transient hands of a wizened human -

Holding fast to my sweater like many cling to life -

They steal my heartbeat and savor its power

in the center of their midribs.

 

Sometimes,

it is hard to believe they are just leaves.

Author's Note

One of the few poems I attempt to write XD

Reviews

[Wildecat]

I like this an even though they are just leaves they are part of Mother Nature something we should savor and protect. Nice wrtiting.