Smoke on the south wind

in #poetry6 years ago (edited)

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Smoke on the south wind

Pearlescent,
a void of ashes
begging to be filled.

Dust unseen,
empty sunlight
cascading in falls.

Mind of the landscape fogged,
its ambiguities set aflame
by the altars
of wild hearths springing up across its body.

Diaphonous,
a sash of grey worn by the matron
to protect her blazing gems
from the controlling and the curious.

Conjunction of a fiery cross
with a monolith of mud and water
spawning hexagonal acolytes
to devour the uncertain loam:
printing minerals into a matchbook
filled with gunpowder,
pollen, and parchment.

Change smelted in the skies,
written in blurry evanescence
and scribed by lilies.

Stand on the summit;
taste indeterminacy
of the bright haze.

Then with a blink, a nod,
and a knowing gaze,
tell us what she says.


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@d-pend
7/9/18
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Photography by

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  1 — "Autumn Dusk" by Hougaard
  2 — "Schultz Fire by Night" by Rhavethstine
  3 — "Namibian Eden" by Hougaard


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There is something mysteriously elusive about this one, with all its rich portayals of moment. Maybe because of above mentioned dust? Maybe because fogginess of landscape exactly? Upvoting!

Do check my poems if you wish :) .

Fires always bring light to life but not when lives are being taken.

Fires always bring
Light to life but not when lives
Are being taken.

                 - journeyoflife


I'm a bot. I detect haiku.

It is as if the poetry spoke of the fire burning the history and memories of many places or at least that is what I think, anyway is a beautiful poetry :)

Gambar yang sangat keren sekali.

hmmm deep❤️

@d-pend,

Strange, isn't it?. Anything that infers that we've "disappointed Mother Nature" strikes a chord. Some deep down primeval instinct.

When we give her agency, and hence the power to judge ... we're afraid of her judgement. We ate from the Tree of Knowledge and now we feel naked and ashamed ... because we know we're guilty.

printing minerals into a matchbook
filled with gunpowder,
pollen, and parchment.

This was the segment I kept coming back to ... we use Nature (to make the matches) to destroy Nature (that start the fire).

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It is very amazing post sir.it is good post share.

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