Category: Landscape

Anger Clouds

Anger never served me
But for its reminder
That my thinking was clouded
And truth obscured
By slavery
To emotion

This golden hour
This magic light
Reminds me of
My brightest days
Times when I
Could do no wrong
Creative might
Insightful mind

Confined by valleys
Trees and roads
Through narrow corridors
Can I roam
But all so beautiful
I can’t bemoan
The choices few
My pathway home

Like ice
It trailed
From the nape
Of my neck
Down my
Straight hard spine
The chill
In my thoughts
While the truth
Sank in
And the world
Came apart

It was a world not my own
With its weak red star
And its amber sky
The always cloud
And the never rain

But we’d brought our seeds
Planted our trees
Spread our grasses
Harvested the carbon
To surface the roads
To refine the fuel
To run our cars

Until
But for a few facts
Of geology
Meteorology
And astronomy
It was a world
Just like home

In this valley of discontent
Light falls in but cannot escape

So I climb to highest ridge
Carrying unsubtle hope

Else bathe below in light’s deceit

The space between
The dark and light
Is sometimes just
A narrow gap

And in this lies
A beauty plain
Where truth is told
In high relief

No shadow cast
No grey to mask
On one side white
The other black

I’m no hero
Reluctant or foretold
No beacon of goodness

I’m no brave soul
Blazing a path of wisdom
For others to follow

Such youthful fantasy

Oh have I travelled
Far from home
To other worlds
Beyond imagination

But never left
My own backyard
Nor taxed my powers
Of creation

Just let Nature
Take her course
Then revel in
Her machinations

Tempting it is
To call this landscape
Barren

No life
No green
No creatures
Scurrying

(Or so it seems)