Thoughts on poems.

My thoughts on these poems aren't many, and I'll probably just tell you what's behind them. I find no greater inspiration for poetry than that which I get from nature. Even if the poem is about a relationship, needing freedom, or something else. I always feel nature as the main or sort of co-main topic/focus in each of my poem. So yeah. Draw your own conclusions! Enjoy!

The second poem!

To Wake, To Want


My eyes
Soft, weak globules that they are
Might not be altogether incapable
Of processing
The endless
The amaranthine
The half-staggering splendor
That is the sky.
It is why I love it
For I can’t understand
Can’t comprehend it
At sunset
How shockingly rose and royal
Cling like shipwrecked survivors
To the bottoms of boat-shaped clouds
How tangerine and titian
Dance, crash, tumble and spin
Swirling, a buttercup medley cascading out
How birds find their perfect backdrop
Their scenery so well established
Natural, yet ephemeral, changing
I am jealous of them
To be so close
To absorb into soft
Marshmallowy pillows
Or grumpy thunderheads
Glaring menace
Long feathery and faint, wisps
The sky must be a happy home
Hearth and armchair provided
A warm duplex shared with only oneself
To drink in
To delight in
To bask and be so snug
The sun a friend
Keeping watch and never tiring
Wanting only your safety and health
So far, so touchable
It’s where we’ll have our fun
Swooping between, like lush fields of silver
Buoyant and forever
Oh, to live in the sky

The first posted poem!

Beneath the beautiful sky

There’s a constant swirl
Cascading down as waterfalls may
Churning and frothing
Birds that look like leaves
Take flight suddenly, startling
Leaving the trees bare
A camera pans
Descends
I sit beneath this oak or beech
It doesn’t really matter which
Only momentarily disturbed by their flight
I stretch
The sun now fully warming
But blinding
Bright and scorching
Too hot and too close
I don’t burn
Burning needs skin
And I’ve become part of the tree now
Osmosed
Coalesced, commingled, and blended
That swirl from before
Do you remember
I hope so, love
Since you left me here
Beneath the beautiful sky
The cottony boisterous clouds
Shining their false lining
The perm grass, satin and deep
Birds lighting again, returning
As if they protect me
From the pull
The pull of the future
The endless turquoise blank
A canvas, more cerulean now
Dashed pink
An array of roses and oranges
Pushing back, letting go of dusk
Night makes a quick dissolve
The screen of day changing
The world cools
More welcoming, less harsh glare
But I don’t pull myself from the roots
I remain, but it’s still not right
I’m not at home here either
Since you left me
Beneath the beautiful sky

Hello!

I am just making sure this beast is up and running! Here are two lame poems! YAY!!!
-kev