Depart
just once, it
was clear
like a pond
plum coloured
the day set
and I looked
upon the rocks
and thought
easier to fish
when you
have the
correct net
for
catching
stars
Love,
Muse
Posts Tagged ‘Wildlife’
Stella
Posted in poetry, tagged bodies of water, calm, countryside, dreams, dusk, emotion, evening, free verse, identity, inner calm, inner peace, life, life experience, meaningful living, meditation, memory, mindfulness, nature, night, peace, peaceful, pebbles, poetry, pond, quiet, rocks, solitude, stars, still water, summer, sunset, water, wilderness, Wildlife, writing, zen on June 25, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Flower Pop
Posted in poetry, tagged flowers, gardens, hail, mother, Mothers, nature, outdoors, peonies, spring, summer, thunderstorms, Wildlife on May 31, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Annual Battle
last year you told me
we should make a shield
a shelter for their little
heads
I said, heaven can be
the barber
you said it
was too soon
but the hail
always comes.
Love,
Muse
Three-hundred-and-sixty-five
Posted in poetry, tagged aging, berries, bird, bushes, change, climate, cold, emerging seasons, emotion, environment, fear of the future, life, nature, plantlife, plants, poetry, red, seasons, spring, summer, the future, tree, trees, twig, twigs, warmth, Wildlife, winter on March 22, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Bright
the bush
has the
single bird
a leaf
some twigs
red
berries
and the promise
of a lying
winter
in a few
many
months.
Love,
Muse
Inky Point
Posted in poetry, tagged autobiography, books, bugs, butterfly, coping, creativity, emotion, free verse, identity, life, meaningful living, missed opportunities, nature, philosophy, poetry, script, song, souls, Wildlife, words, writing on December 2, 2009| 1 Comment »
Memoir
and I said there
is a butterfly
inside me
holding on
to the edges of my veins
curled and furled
in the hope
that the right words
will water and grow it
that flutterbug
into a velvet book
shivering script
into prose
trembling to
form a mountain
Then.
sprouting
in the mouth
of the pretty beast
will be the Silver Song
of its own
secret sighing soul.
Love,
Muse
Inquiring Minds Want to Know
Posted in Creative Writing, tagged animals, appocolypse, cities, city animals, identity, life, life experience, nature, neighborhood, pure evil, rodents, suirrels, Wildlife, writing on September 12, 2009| Leave a Comment »
I clutched my unzipped backpack to my chest, my left hand scrabbling around for my keys. Was this it? My fingers bypassed a crumb-covered pen and a wadded up plastic bag. I noticed the tiny feet inching closer to my place of terror, and I backed up a few inches. A noise to my right made me whip my head around sharply. Two were advancing towards the garbage can, beady eyes at the ready, and little tufted ears cocked forward in battle position. Or…scavenger position. Or attack position. Or something. My heart started to beat faster. I found my keys. Finally. And shoved them in the lock and fumbled for a while, my head still skewed around to keep an eye on The Enemy.
“You just…..stay where you are…devil creatures.”
Then the little fuckers chittered something at each other and ran, chasing each other up the fire escape. Another one disappeared into the back parking lot.
Damn squirrel town.
The city is home to many creatures- some on stalks, spikes or wheels, but the most sketchy looking beast by far, besides the specimens at the fish counter in the market, is the black squirrel.
Holy crap, those things really look like the pet of satan. Pure, dark, pigment-saturated fur. Peaked ears that look EXACTLY like furry little horns. And dark soul-less eyes. Mo says they run like water. I say they run like the fifth horseman of the apocalypse. Or …horsemen. Or …furry…..demon monkey rats. I don’t know.
Of course, they haven’t attacked me or anything yet. It’s just that I…strongly distrust them. City animals are really aggressive (or excessively stupid, like the pigeon in the subway), and in the past, I have been leery of them. A squirrel chased me two blocks once. And they used to stalk me at work, peering from the trees and chirping their death-song. “Get out of my area, mother fucker, or I’ll throw a nut at you. If I miss, I’ll just come chew your legs off. Don’t temp me. ….La la la la ”
I might be squirrel racist.
But, if I see one attacking a baby, I will say I told you so. No, I will scream it.
Pretty sure I will.
Love,
Muse
It Was Anansi
Posted in poetry, tagged emotion, free verse, identity, life, nature, philosophy, poetry, solitude, Spiders, summer, Wildlife on August 25, 2009| 1 Comment »
Dear Spider,
spin your web
if you must,
over my stairs
when I walk
I will watch it wisp
in the breeze
beading water
along your careful
silver lines
but if I should
lose my balance
they will not
hold my blundering
weight
My body will fall
through your livelyhood
ripping your roof
from the walls of mine
and you will have to
begin it all again
in the fashion
of a hunter
who must keep moving
to survive.
Love,
Muse
From The Diary of An Unlisted Muse 