The moon pulls the sea
From the shore
Where I find
The measure of the land
While the setting sun pulls me
To the expanse beyond the sky
Where I find
The measure of me
Tag: Gros Morne National Park
Fall ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #380
I fall
To the merciless stone below
Which I not only survive
But somehow
Shatter
Fragments and rubble
Tumble to the lake below
While I stand above
Shaking
My fist
At the world
That tried to take me
Upheaval ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #379
The land needs more
Than water
To sustain life
When the soil itself
Is toxic
And yet
Even here
Against formidable challenge
Life finds a way
Amongst the nooks and crannies
Of possibility
The Game
He played the game
All day
And all night
He played the game
Because when he played
He never cried
When he played
He never felt shattered
Or broken
Or alone
He played
And he played
Until he exhausted consciousness
He played
Until even the terror
Even the darkness
Deep inside him
Could no longer hold
Sleep at bay
And then he slept
Until the dreams
The nightmares
Woke him again
The images
Never survived consciousness
He never remembered the dreams
Just that a dream woke him
Leaving only the shattered terror
And the loneliness
The lovelessness
So again
He played
The Fall
I fall
A cascade
Out of the mist
Down the rocky narrows
Seeking the still
Cool waters
Their calm
But there is no pool
Only the decline
Until I am reduced
To a trickle
Then
nothing
Green on Granite and Gneiss
The green clings
Tenuous
Tenacious
To a billion years
Of granite and gneiss
And green grew only
For half of that
While here am I
Where the Earth collides
With itself
To raise mountains
From sundered plains
Now left to wonder
If dinosaurs and woolly mammals
Wandered landscapes
Much different than this
At Gros Morne
A place that just feels
Older than time
Saturation
I remind myself
On the dreary days
The days that drain my heart
Of all but grey
Seek the colours
Let them saturate my being
Rekindle the joy in my heart
Solid as the Hills
Cloudy tendrils cling to hillsides
As a child to its mother on school’s first day
The bus driver beckons
Come, this way to new worlds
Mother’s kiss lingers on rosy cheek
Solid and eternal as the hills
In the Midst of Eternity
Some places just feel ancient
Time there stopped
And the land quit changing
I never feel more here and now
Than in such places
This little speck of life, I
In the midst
Of eternity
One tiny moment
Of meaninglessness
Writ large on existence
Vivid ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #358
Canary and Crimson
Betwixt and between
Grey and Green
Verdance offsets the gloom
Vivid speaks to joy
Nestled on a rocky shore
Home and hearth
Friends and family
Small lives lived large
In nature’s grandeur
On the edge of infinite
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