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The Glass Desert by Noah Bradley.


Here is another poem from Oblivion Corpus.

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You walk about your desert
Always trying hard to avert
Afraid to stay in one place
To disrupt your wicked dance.


Refusing to completely cease
You do traverse the sill
However you leave behind
All your hopes and true mind.


The suffering is deep within
You’re not letting anyone in
To do what you long for and miss
And then say you do not wish

To let yourself off your leash.

Game Over

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A boy. Restless, hyper-all
through vessels sugar rushes.
Oh, the fun!

Cars on a colorful rug
against the laws of physics
follow lines.
Toy soldiers fighting aloud —
shooting, breaking, demolishing.

A plush Teddy, now a stained bear — suffers.
Stuffing hovers and falls.
Broken pencils, scraps, slips, splinters
taking over the floor. No room for
a car and soldier toys.

A child, when there is no more space for him to play — departs.
The mother will clean up; the child will return.

A Human, when there is no more space for him to play — departs.
The Mother will clean up. The Human — removed.
No room for a toy soldier if Mother gets hurt.

Contemplation (Pastures of the Universe)

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This damp, drizzly morning

I saw a wing of a butterfly —

gentle, little… blue and sprinkled.

I felt a whiff of zephyr —

light, fragrant… undulating.

None can fly close to the cloudy Sky.

 

Suspicious Sun yearns for the empyrean,

raising its head and grinning towards a

savory Pasture.

The prickle of a green hornet seems terrifying,

It buzzes around, hums, breathes deeply and wonders

why won’t I get out of Its way.

But It cannot reach the topmost needle of a conifer.

 

Brisk eve hints of rime.

A little finch is sleeping on a stump;

I approach steadily.

The horn doesn’t frighten It,

neither does my black stare.

Ash and autumn cover that small body;

the wings carry It to the spring and back —

unable to gain height.

 

I became a birdwatcher today:

magical crow, wise and beaky raven,

surplus magpie, sparrow-hawk ready to hunt,

euphonious nightingale, humorous mockingbird,

friendly sparrow, a powerful wren…

At nightfall the Moon is white.

I’m welcoming it and pondering still:

Who’s Wings lead to the Pastures of the Universe?


 

The Smell of Rain

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Made by Jesse Newman


 

The smell of rain in June

Rising from the stone

Like a whirl of wind

Swaying – in a tune

The breath of fresh air

Uniting in Its flight

Reaching up above

My senses – delights

Together now we dance

With nature’s true shade

Oh! The summer can play

A surprising, risky game

Fields – soaked in juice

Enjoying the cloud show

Before the times change

And bring dry revenge

Gaea, worried in her realm

Strewn by global events

Frowns upon this kind

Oh! Are we all so blind?

Urging us to contemplate

From our seats we must rise

Lie on nearby meadow

And think about the skies.


 

Never free of memory

Park-bench


 

The park may seem empty. Alas, so many souls have been here already.

Echoes hold on to the wood and stone.

Look at those three friends – laughing. Each a beer in their hand. Lucky.

And that old couple in the middle: true love meets stumbling blocks. Overcomes them.

The closest one hits home. That is me… With all that memory of times long lost.

And we live on.