Just a Guest

A Moment of Reflection

 

stepping outside my neocortex

the partitions, compartments,

of life’s design

 

onto freshly cut grass

that stains my feet

the liveliest green

 

blinding silver clouds

floating in an aquamarine sea

filled with pareidolia

 

a teasing scent of apples

too young to pick

waft from a distant tree

 

and windchimes

of giggling hummingbirds

tickled by a breeze

 

a breath in and held

feeling the earth turn

with a dizzying exhale

 

how easily I am entertained

how greatly I am entertained

by a nature I don’t own

Reviews

[Vol]

Patricia,
For my social interactions, I prefer to stay inside my cerebral cortex, it's a little dark in there, but it's probably better that way. When I step outside and into the light, I, like you, become a sensualist, I like to lie down, breathe slow and deep, concentrate on all five, and sometimes even the sixth. At least I did when I lived back east and there were forests and splashy creeks... Here on the Llano Estacado, it can be more like being attacked...manure, high winds, hundred-degree sunshine, dust on my tongue and in my eyes,squeels of hawks and kites, the horizon a flat thing right on the edge, every bit of exposed metal blistering hot.
I always comment of a poem with a word I have to look up... Maybe it's my astigmatism, but I see faces in the carpet, in the bumps on the ceiling, in clouds, and once in my lover's freckles...

[Patricia]

you are so like me, finding comfort in ourself, it is empowering. I like my own company, i am not lonely, i find comfort where i find it be it nature or another but mostly within myself. I think that makes us all the stronger....than most. sometimes it is dark but I always find the light.

[Vol]

It is always a fine thing to find a kindred spirit. ;-)

[William Michael Reeves]

Now laughing at nature's behest, is you her guest. And glad you stepped out of your cortex nest, am I, who enjoyed this poem and all the rest.

Billigami

[Patricia]

awww you are too sweet! thanks William! HUGS!

[ProphetsMother]

No we own the answers and the nature. Go ahead and pick the apple from the tree because Mazda God Ohrmazd made it all for you and me. Sometimes when you don't know the wilderness it's best to ask before you bite.

[Patricia]

thank you ProphetsMother for your read and review!

[Betty Hermelee]

we all need to step out of our stressed out core and step into nature; we get stifled in reality and need to breathe again, see different parts of nature, appreciate them....nothing like fresh wet grass to walk in; listen to birdsong, smell the leaves, flowers, enjoy all of it, even for a moment's reflection of how "entertaining it is".....beautiful write P.
Warmly, B

[Patricia]

thank you kindly B.

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re welcome dear friend….🌟
Warmly, B.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Pat… young Rabbits greet us knowing we place Carrots on our Lawn just for them.. love their cute fluffy white powder puff tails wiggling for more. ❤️ love your poem… Birds love a Sanctuary with seeds galore. softly, Pat

[Patricia]

Thank you kindly Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we are allowed to coexist with nature, we do not own it...
and if we give it a chance, it will entertain us quite well when we sit in its parlor.
j.

[Patricia]

Thank you kindly j.

[Lorry]

This is some beautiful thoughts, sewn together into a pattern of words that paint images onto the readers mind, or perhaps the inside of their eyelids, which could well be a form of pareidolia in itself, which is now my new favourites word! 😊
It makes sense that there is a word for seeing patterns where there are none, but doesn't make sense that it is a new word to me, considering it is one of my favourite pastimes.
I used to stare at the clouds and see faces and I seem to recall I saw popeye once, with pipe too!
But as I grew up in the70's, these images weren't always pleasant. I remember the hideous patterns of carpets, wallpapers and how most of them thought, quite wtongly, that brown and orange went together in some hellish kaleidoscopic misadventure that was 1970's fashion 😊
I think I might just take my shoes off and walk on the grass, to see if my feet can be dyed green too and take comfort from the fact that despite being a proper growed up, I still have quite a childish streak, plus... It will make me smile to think of my now deceased mum, going apoplectic at the thought of my dyed feet trudging through her house and leaving green footprints, like a messy incredible hulk... Which is exactly what she would have turned into if I'd tried it while she was here! 😊

[Patricia]

Thank you kindly Lorry!