HAPPENINGS.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

HAPPENINGS.

 

Strange that

gazing through shade to sunlit leaves
I see evergreen's golden-glint shades
lose a few shoots, in alchemy's fated
spin, to mutate in lake while weaving
anew destiny's shape-changing mood.

Strange that

Pooled silence then shatters in un-rest
as newt struggles with live moth-food
and as I try to watch I hear bird-rage
when thrush battles intent of cuckoo
as eggs are lost to indifferent nature.

Strange that

When mature and life-webbed Today
covets happenings bedded in endings
after beginnings that, birthed, rooted
and settled Tomorrow crumbles away.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 26th, 2019 03:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: Reflecting on nature's unchangeable ways.
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • orchidee

    A fine write Fay.

  • Neville

    and they call it evolution.... strange that..... I have long called it nature...

    a mighty poem if ever there was... with all manner of strengths .. I particularly like the way you set me thinking about each of the observations you have made......

    Neville

  • dusk arising

    Eeh bah gum lass, the'rs nowt strange bout nature nor nowt stranger than nature herself. For nature be a lady didn'cha know.

    An it taks a reet poetic bint such as thee'sen to make a parcel a goodies wi words so fine that ... well.. so fine that yous could parcel em up in a chocolates box and give 'em as a lasting thing o beauty to a reet gud lookin young love.

    'Appen.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Ha ha - -- well I have never been called a "reet poetic bint" and I shall treasure the feeling that from your pen it is a fine compliment my fine-feckled friend......... I shall be honoured to file this away as a girt luverly comment to look at on dull rainy days for a chuckle - -- Appen I thank thee now D.A.

    • Suresh

      Nature - your perception, quiet different from that of the moth or thrush or every single creature and plant... to them everyday is a fight to survive ....
      .... but your words woven here, a rarity



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