the facade of this splintered world
retreats as though it never existed
a glance at solemn truth tucked
just inside the storied shadows,
dancing like pixies on the dew-kissed grass.
Inhaled and exhaled by the morning’s breath,
starved for attention,
only equilibrium,
a balance woven
from the warmth
of golden light.
its truth through Earth and through stone,
its little current— motion, memory, and time.
Carrying the weight of ancient rains,
steady in its flow, caressing, unyielding yet soft.
flight, wind, no fleeting desires.
It seeks no throne, no dominion,
but finds its joy in the arc of ascent
and thrilling dives towards the grounded.
quiet strength, unseen, uncelebrated.
They grip the rich loam, quench the thirst,
hold tight against storms,
their silent labor is a testament to humble balance.
light, vastness, and dreams half-remembered.
Each radiates without rivalry, each a spark in the infinite.
Not a single one demands the night.
Equilibrium is their chorus in perfect pitch,
And together give us the gift of their song.
Hello, dear friend @ericvancewalton, how are you?
I'm a fan of your writing; you always surprise us with beautiful poems.
I appreciate you sharing them with us.
Have a beautiful afternoon.
Hi Luis! All is well on this end, I hope it's the same for you. So glad people are still appreciating the poetry! Thank you and I wish you a wonderful day.
The picture of the creek along with the harmony of nature sets a clear scene for contemplation.
There's nothing better at doing this than nature.
Thanks!
Each of the elements exists in harmony: the birds, the trees, the stars. I like to see how the world flows harmoniously in the verses of this poem. I think about perfection in the triad: thought, emotion, and conduct. Hugs, Eric
And here's me, crashing into the beauty of your scene with cynicism. Mans thrown off the equilibrium of nature. It's only without it can it establish itself.
#feelingblue
#hive #posh