Upon the Breathing Earth

Curiouser and curiouser…

The chilled wind with frozen voice,

lifts saddened scents of drifted days.

Upon each breath, a doubting choice,

the winded-weeping figure lays…

 

I sense now the grand facade,

and dance in seas of bitter strain,

where colors paint the hand of God

now in remorseful, salted pain…

 

And how was I to know that day,

would alter every moment on?

And how was I to hope to stay,

when friends in movement now are gone?

 

So here I stand with grasping eyes,

and view my common, ever-soil.

Born here in sand yet raised to fly,

air filled with scented jasmine oil…

 

I walk by this sea alone,

upon the breathing Earth.

Now feel it stirring as I roam,

where wave on wave begins new birth…

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Life is continual state of learning, growing inside and moving on… what a wonderfully uplifting was of describing it.

[An owl on the moon]

It's always a joy to have you by, my friend!

[Frieda P]

Beautifully pen'd Craig, each of these stanzas could stand alone and still be affecting. The last is my favorite...

[An owl on the moon]

I'm so very glad you enjoyed it, Frieda... always so wonderful to have you stop by. :)

[Pryde Foltz]

So here I stand with grasping eyes,
and view my common, ever-soil.
Born here in sand yet raised to fly,
air filled with scented jasmine oil…

Of earth and stars we are made. An amazing self-reflective and spiritual write.

[An owl on the moon]

Yes.. there is darkness and there is light.. and all of it is our lives, renewed day by day... I appreciate you, Pryde...

[Pryde Foltz]

And I you … Craig:)