A MELODY

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Gates of the Arctic National Park, AK, 11:07PM [OC] [3072×2304]

Grass sways in the wind.

Swaying in unison.

To a melody.

Of their own.

ALL WILL BE GONE

The moon is distant.

The stars keep their distance.

Trees and grass retreat from sight.

The ice caps recede daily.

Soon they will be memories

of the destruction, we have wrought.

THE LIGHT

woodendreams

(by Derek Kind)

Take me to the bright light that shimmers

in the far reaches of the forest.

I lay my head on a thick bed of grass.

A blanket of flowers for my cover.

Sleeps takes me away from here

to a place where there’s no fear.

I fly above the branches

and gaze at my sleeping form.

Contentment relaxes my face.

My eyelids flicker in my dream.

Too soon it will be night,

bringing the dark and cold.

I must return tomorrow

to see how my dream unfolds.

MOTHER EARTH

Source:eyesdesires

Red is the grass beneath me.

Dry is the air I must breathe.

Roots spiral from my battered core.

The earth will shelter and protect me.

I will flourish in this forsaken place.

MOONLIT FOREST

“Walk with me through the moonlit forest.
Let our feet graze the tips of the grass,
never touching down,
held aloft by our love and passion.

Follow me through the endless night
to a land where no man walks.
Only creatures as dark as the sky
dare to venture forth alone.

Love has no bounds or shackles.
We will be free to display our passion,
without retribution from humanity
as long as you remain mine.

Come with me, my ice princess.
Step away from the burning plains,
where the heat burns your soles
and love is hampered by the living.”

Wolf holds his hand out for me.
The words flow from him.
His lips never utter a sound,
but his meaning as clear as can be.

We can be together forever more.
But the other has followed us to the clearing.
He will try to take me back
and never give up his hold on me.

His eyes burn red with passion.
Fire follows close on his footsteps,
scorching a trail through the grass,
melting his enemy’s cold trail.

They face each other.
Hot and cold from opposite poles,
dueling until the end of time
as they fight to the death.

Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

SERENITY

woodendreams

(by Derek Kind)thedeadgameblog

Take me to where the sun shines its light

until the moon raises its spotlight.

As I lie down on a sheet of grass,

I feel like one troubled human mass.

Cover me with a blanket of flowers

as I gaze at the rainbow for hours.

I’m floating above the trees,

looking at my form at ease.

Contentment relaxes my face

as my heart slows its hectic pace. 

I will be ready to face the day.

Serenity will be my mainstay.

WORDS

Source:malformalady

Don’t let moss grow between your keys.

No webs to swirl around the letters.

Greenery belongs outside.

Words belong inside.

On the page.

In the book.

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL

Life is beautiful.

Take a breath

And look around.

There’s beauty everywhere.

In every flower.

In each blade of grass.

In each and every insect.

Beauty all around us

And in us.

See the beauty.

Take in the beauty.

Appreciate the beauty.

BEAUTY

Life is beautiful.
Look around.
There’s beauty everywhere.
In every flower.
In each blade of grass.
And in each and every insect.
Too much to take in at a glance.
But no one bothers to notice.
Birds.
Flowers.
Ocean.
Fish.
Clouds.
Sun.
All around us.
See the beauty.
Take in the beauty.
Appreciate the beauty.

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL

Life is beautiful.
Look around.
There’s beauty everywhere.
In every flower.
In each blade of grass.
And in each and every insect.
Too much to take in at a glance.
But no one bothers to notice.
Birds.
Flowers.
Ocean.
Fish.
Clouds.
Sun.
All around us.
See the beauty.
Take in the beauty.
Appreciate the beauty.

BLACK DESPAIR

rebel6

by rpratt

Red leaves cover the trees.

Red blood coats the grass.

Darkness entombs the town.

Black despair follows all.

THE DEAD GAME

DARK OF NIGHT

A shadow appears.

Dark as the night.

Moving closer.

Encompassing all.

An opening hole.

Of death and despair.

The grass trembles.

Flattened by its footsteps.

Beneath its terrible burden.

But it’s too late.

It’s here. 

But I’m not.

DOOR TO NOWHERE

Some days you want to escape.

To a place far away.

Meet new people.

Leave old baggage behind.

Open the proverbial door.

See if the grass is greener.

On the other side.

Most of the time it isn’t.

A door balanced at the edge of a pier.

It might not be holding any answers.

Home might have had the answers all along. 

DARK BLUE SEA

roxagrama

Sinking into the grass.

Into a dark blue sea.

I’m having a blast.

Orange all around me.

OASIS IN GREY

Through a field of flowers.

Pink petals in my hair.

Follow the babbling brook.

At the mountains I stare.

Green grass for carpeting.

Wisps of clouds circle me.

White snow caps the mountains.

Grey rocks all I can see.

Oasis in the grey.

A mirage that can’t be.

How do flowers grow here?

An illusion for me.