Field of green

by Shanyn Silinski 

you are my field of green
as i sit on my old rusty truck
cradling my coffee cup as
yellow sun rises slowly over the hill 


i hear your song as the wind
lifts my hair, brushing it with wheat and corn 
leaves in the burrow, frazzled brown,  
peer at my weathered cowboy boots     


silk and tassel wave in the breeze,
harvest crop, like warm fresh bread, 
fills my nostrils and tingles pale cheeks    


as i drive back to the city lanes,  
your pungent soil clings to my knees, 
your lush blades feather my face,
your dew moistening my dry lips


in my belly,  your seeds splay and swell,
bursting of spring, i feel abundance,
a field of green, framing the prairie sky*     




Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads :   Photography by Shanyn Silinski * who blogs at Sunflower Shan and Mystic Mom.
and D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - every Tuesday, starting at 3 pm EST. 

My one year blog anniversary is coming up in less than a month. If you have any writing requests (inspired by a song or picture) for me, please feel free to comment in my posts, and I will try my best to write it.   Thank you for your support and encouragement.  

What I want to do with you

morning paints your eyes grey 
but I smell the wild sea on your hair

the sad wind is blowing away
blue winterdrops on my arms but
i love you 
and my happiness craves the 
honeycomb in your lips

the rain drenches my skirt
tinged with red plums and berries

your words caress my neck,
i want to sink into your folds
like water on parched paper      

the sun nudges my limbs apart,
i want to embrace the scent
of your solitary soul, thrust of passion
in the changing shadow and light

moths and birds flee with our cries, 
leaves quiver to the bee stings 

I want to do with you 

what spring does to the cherry tree.*

"My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."

-Line and Inspiration from Pablo Neruda's Everyday you play

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - OpenLinkNight - Monday  - Offering a spring poem as requested
and D'verse Poets Pub -  OpenLinkNight - every Tuesday at 3pm EST.    

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November days

the 11th hour is near

silver cloudy sky, bare forlorn trees 

fallen topaz leaves on auburn ground 

she lingers 

haunted by memories draping her white wrap  

unaccepting of winter's breath on horizon 

she listens

music strains of spring's dances 

violin strings plucking her autumn's soul

still, she hopes 

clutching painting of chrysanthemums,   

basket of wine and bread, eternal love, he said

the whistling train is calling 

almost the end of long journey, near the last pages 

riveted to pulsing words, capturing imagination

he pauses.... beguiled by her serene smile,  
an unturned page, November days framed,  


forget her, he could not      

Posted for The Gooseberry Garden:   Poetry Picnic - November, change, winter, hope.   
For this prompt, I have used symbols and meaning for the month of November.
Though cooler now, we are experiencing a relatively "warm" November.   No sign of snow yet.  
Shared with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:   OpenLinkNight


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Source:   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/November

Mad adventure

coral-crushed grains of sand

soft as your open palms, waiting 

hesitantly i dip my toes into cool water

curious, then diving in full measure

azure waves ripple, dance against 

quiet afternoon legs, broken by

whispering sea shells, scuttling crabs,

lingering seaweeds, cries of seagulls

invigorated  by the sea swim,

i climb on your broad shoulders

pondering the briny depths for maps, 

compass points, shallow footprints  

till we see the swish tail of dolphins

racing furiously to kiss setting sun  

mad adventure,  gut-spilling leaps 

electrifying sprays unto our faces     

waving and laughing, we hold hands 

excited to begin our journey 

Posted for  Imaginary Garden with real toads - OpenLinkNight - every Monday
and D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - every Tuesday starting 3pm EST


Sharing a memory of this scene ~   I am thankful for all the "mad adventures".      
Happy Thanksgiving to my US readers and friends.


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Her arrival

anxiously

they await 

craning necks

for slightest clue

of her arrival

her icy breath

raising goose bumps

her cold stare

freezing warm intentions

feared yet admired

she is dazzling with her

fierce ardor

she would rather be

cool character than

a forgettable slip of a girl

here she comes now

ivory veil, long white gown

Posted for Poets United:   Prompt is Winter, and Flash fiction Friday - Tell a story in 55 words.  G-man, joining you today.


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Until now

i walk along in my faded sweatpants 

slender trees along the river framing 

clear water rushing downstream

beside the long abandoned farm mill

a blanket of solitude, thick and blue

wrapped my cold shoulders this morning

i thought i heard your footsteps

follow my trail towards the thick forest

glades we love to get lost and camped, 

just the two of us, don't you remember?

but no, it was just the hoot of birds

and swish tail of the frightened deer

your footprints were long covered

by mulch of shrivelled maple leaves, 

fallen apples pecked by black crows,  

mud of travellers searching for solace,

answers among the whispering winds,

wild flowers, black bats kneeling in prayer  

still, i take these early morning walks

autumn has arrived, but until now,  

i don't understand why you left 

without saying 

goodbye 

Posted for The Gooseberry Garden:   Poetry Picnic Week 10: Nature, Forest, Rivers, and Mountains

Shared with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - OpenLinkNight Monday


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Breath of Summer

House is quiet

Standing still, ghostly pale

Like no one lives there

Bed is tidy

Pillows, cushions stiffed-neck

No one ruffling it today

Floor is clean

Polished like a mirror

Looking at itself

Suddenly, luggage heaving

Doors opening wide

Running feet, gleeful sounds

Windows flinging sideways

Bright sunflowers in pockets

Last breath of summer

    

Author's Note:   Flash Fiction Friday - Tell a story in 55 words.  G-man, here's one! 

Poet's United: Poets United:  Thursday Rally : The Thursday Think Tank # 64 - Sunflowers


I can feel the cool air nipping, don't you?  

My pre-teen daughter arrived yesterday after spending the month with her cousins in Vancouver for vacation.  Her school starts next week, Tuesday after our long weekend.  She is like a breeze of summer with her endless chatter. ;-)

Lights in the sky

cool balmy night 
lanterns glow in
hushed waters


pale moon hovers 
quiet retrospect of
our daily cares 


stars light the
dark canvas of
unknown, black void


mocking our 
shallow aspirations 
greed, pettiness, hate


surrounding, we are
blind that we are all
entwined, pulsating 


life-veined in trees, lakes, 
green fields, red deserts, 
snow-capped mountains 

blue skies beyond, universe 

is serene in its chaos,

beautiful, majestic

each creation, big and small

joined in flowing   

energy, goodness 

seeping, my shadow 

a dot amidst 

falling stars 

   

Author's Note:   Posted for D'verse Poets - Poetics - Third Eye Open.  

Hosted by Brian Miller: Today for Poetics, I am granting you the ability to do just that. I am giving you a third eye. This eye has the power to see all the things at work in our world that you can not see with your ordinary eyes.

My third eye sees energy flowing everywhere.. its in our thoughts and our emotions.   I also believe that we are all connected to Mother Earth, and from her, flows our food, and energy.   As to the stars at night, I like to look at them when I feel that my cares are "heavy" for me.  And because I am aware I can "see" more if I want to, I keep my third eye closed most of the time.  My real life is challenging enough as it is.      

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Lightning

cracks, spills, falls
legs weary from travel, 
i rest my tired feet

pressured, rushed, pressed
disjointed on ends
i stare blankly in space  

drained, listless, stumped
with obligations
arms heavy, i breathe deeply

s l o w l y

expanding chest out,

empty mind sought to find the tail of space
a hallowed place where the well of life dwells
  
grasping for that one atom of power

inhaling  d e e p l y

a lightning spark, silvery thread

pure ideals unborn, unformed 
immaculate love, unconditional 

springs to life

reaching deep, i allow

the fire ball of energy to grow 


b i g g e r  

until 

electricity crackles at my fingertips
the flaming tongue licks my breasts, 

warming loins, kindling passion    

blazing steadily

welding broken limbs, 
mending ruptured vessels

bandaged legs, I became whole.

my spirit rose and walked.

i sang and heard my voice.       

Author's Note:   Share your poem (any form) today at D'verse PoetPubs (every Tuesday) starting at 3pm EST.  It is OpenLinkNight, hosted by Joy Ann Jones. See you there ~ 

(My original last line was: "I grabbed my pen and paper to write."  I edited it after reading an article from Zen Habits and Brian's invite.)

Thanks for all your kind words and visit.


Shared with Poetry United # 61.

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Floating

I fell 

in despair 

I professed

my innocence

frailty, though

all lies 

irreverent,

  

i sank

weighed down 

stones of hatred

pebbles of envy

in the water

tense, unyielding

pretensions

soul's burdens

i lifted 

my face up
casting complications
but simple faith,
floating  

letting the sea

of hope,

waves of 
forgiveness, 

bring me

to the 

shore.

Author's Note:   This post is for D'Verse Poets, hosted by Sheila and the prompt is to write a poem with water as our inspiration.   

Shared with Poetry United # 60.  

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