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Outside looking in.

Thoughts pierce something unspoken-

silence taking shape.

 

(this is a haiku submission to my friend Lynda’s Bookstains Poetry Challenge with a link http://bookstains.wordpress.com/2011/01/09/poetry-challenge-the-hepworth-echo/  , hepworth’s sculpture are great pieces of art )

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Someone had it written clear-

that one should not just keep pacing

on this earth, like a  somnambulist do.

Instead, he should lay beside the grass.

Ears close to the ground hearing

faint sounds and whispers coming

from the earth’s bosom.

 

Hearing how the rhythmic breath

of stillborn seeds of coniferous trees

waiting to break out of its shell,

awakening to the hymn of the spring.

 

Hearing how aquifers running deep

into crevices, into rivers, carving

canyons, gorges, fjords to the open seas.

Sailing away, riding with the wind.

 

Hearing the tides keep pushing,

and pulling in. Or the breaking waves

into the cliffs. Scouring the shoreline

of an island down to the ocean floor.

 

Hearing how the mountains gliding

its terrestrial skin past each other.

Like a potter reshaping and remolding

the land into a new continent.

 

Hearing how it grumbles beneath,

venting out ash plumes and lava streams.

A force roused from deep slumber

churning mood swings in its womb.

 

Someone had it written clear-

that one should not just keep pacing

on this earth, like a  somnambulist do.

 

We should hear the gathering storms

of the impending avalanche. Iceberg splitting.

The glacier receding.  Oil gushes, spilling

over the gulf. Helpless cacophony of wildlife

endangered. Landslides and the levees

breached by hurricane. Rainforest on fire.

Desert sands advancing. Clods of soil

drying up. Locusts swarming over fields.

Ground crumbling into sinkholes.

 

We should hear how restless it gets

day after day, when  the clock is ticking out.

Faint sounds becoming loud voices

sending distress call to reckon with,

summoning mankind to listen. The earth

finally eclipsing to its perilous journey.

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A little rain. And it started

to chill empty souls as shadows

prowling  some pallid walls. Alone

and not a sound.  Some midnight walk

without the stars, only lamplight. Blue.

Is the color that falls on these cold

cobblestone, silver shimmering

streams of tears by its wayside.

While the heart has melted

the shape of love, lengthening

into dark shadows embracing

empty spaces. Stretching out

to reach you.

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you  reposed-

contoured in a shape

 

          formed ridges,

          dividing horizon.

 

          my fingers were

clothespins.

 

my legs were

propping

 

while you stretched

receiving weight

 

some wet linen

hung, to dry

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