TRU KNOW TIME.
or flowers on stone
YOU THERE! Follow me here and step on meandering ant-tracks
continuing down through the meadowland; in just this spring
which now remade by the meltwater runs over into…
Summer, went past reflecting other little summer memories
up here on juniper tree hills and field islands; down by the creeks
we turn our embraces around full-grown wild strawberry ditches
The water-mirror slumbered stuck further down in the old hollow
with its pine-needles and dust swimming on after― So prettily teasing
We will see invisibly lifted stone shards there behind the glade
by saddened hardened in each corner ― Yet they’re playing
The views are here allowed to be us stretched far and wide,
reachable, for us hastily taken in right before…
Autumn, a scent around blot wood and mushrooms in damp moss
from a silent hiding-place where one single leaf has hanged itself on;
following true life-gladness in search after worth seeing; stainless.
It died down meanwhile the river silenced below the ridge
and beside me sat a frosted fog denseness in a smile;
in its cold and snowfilled winterarms winterfairest shine
We return home inside the soll!
We strike forward our years on mountains!
We break Earth’s veins!
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-10-17 at 10:39
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WHERE STONE SHARDS STAND
Choice is stone on flowersor flowers on stone
YOU THERE! Follow me here and step on meandering ant-tracks
continuing down through the meadowland; in just this spring
which now remade by the meltwater runs over into…
Summer, went past reflecting other little summer memories
up here on juniper tree hills and field islands; down by the creeks
we turn our embraces around full-grown wild strawberry ditches
The water-mirror slumbered stuck further down in the old hollow
with its pine-needles and dust swimming on after― So prettily teasing
We will see invisibly lifted stone shards there behind the glade
by saddened hardened in each corner ― Yet they’re playing
The views are here allowed to be us stretched far and wide,
reachable, for us hastily taken in right before…
Autumn, a scent around blot wood and mushrooms in damp moss
from a silent hiding-place where one single leaf has hanged itself on;
following true life-gladness in search after worth seeing; stainless.
It died down meanwhile the river silenced below the ridge
and beside me sat a frosted fog denseness in a smile;
in its cold and snowfilled winterarms winterfairest shine
We return home inside the soll!
We strike forward our years on mountains!
We break Earth’s veins!
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
Read 78 times
Written on 2023-10-17 at 10:39
Tags Stone Earth Time
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