Friday March 13th
brings an ostentatious snow
one more winter show
Categories
Renewal of Winter
Tag: winter
(Alternative title: Restless)
I’ll know spring is here
by the white-petalled flowers
like hiked high-waisted skirts
adorning leaf-green pelvises
emerging from a brown carpet of decay
leaves drained of their autumn exuberance
lazily revealing themselves
after winter’s white-blanketed sleep
then pushed aside without a peep
as through the beige come greener things
a trillium stalk and spotted trout lily
herb Robert and Virginia waterleaf
Virginia springbeauty and black raspberry
early blue cohosh and early meadow-rue
cut-leaved toothwort and my favourite, bloodroot
I’ll stop to pluck it from its orange tether
and snap the stem, a once small shoot
although it’s taken few weeks to grow
I rip it open and watch blood flow
this garish red unfit for skin
I smear on my wrists, as out, within
this little plant aglow with life
now bleeds as though clean cut by knife
and withering, dying in my hand
I toss it back to woods, to land
and with it, give a piece of me
a forest, springtime offering
a special elemental promise
thank you for appearing five
space, earth, water, wind and fire
in this time and in this wood
I’ll appear emptiness as I should
and until this winter fades away
with flowers in my mind, I’ll play
Categories
Karmic Enjoyment
it’s a beautiful night
I label, I grasp
still, I appreciate
nice temporary conditions
with childlike delight
(especially in winter)
knowing the cause of this peaceful mind
is not this appearance
but an action, long passed
now the effect blooms
in the garden of good conditions
no external wish granted
just joyful disposition
for winter never could bring happiness
what is this effortless arising
so easy, so pure
it’s the mind of renunciation
samsara’s cure
for the only reason I now have delight
is Dharma given kindly
which I recall tonight
Categories
Bitter Beauty
Winter’s hues
of pinks and blues
have brought me to my knees
Wind’s frosty bite
stings day and night
burned alive by blistering breeze
New fallen snow
rainbowed with sun’s glow
illuminates the deadened trees
Rare beauty appears
just once here in years –
so savour this vicious freeze
Categories
Late October
I love hearing the trees talk
sometimes the high branches speak
and the low branches listen
sometimes the east whispers to the west which gives silence in response
sometimes they all chatter at once
I lie in the sun, watching, listening
I dread the coming winter’s quiet
absent leafy voices,
instead violent creaks
disturb the silence, as do
small explosions,
breaking branches, piercing snow
crunching, snapping
deadened, hollowed,
muffled, no water flows
I wish that it would not come soon
but winter’s here in just one moon
Categories
Lost Life Loss
a memory
it is not mine
upon a log I sit
‘neath the snowy pine
under darkened sky
beside earthen stove
a bitter wind kicks up
in the moonlit grove
the jingle of the horse & sleigh
as it carries him so far away
I cannot weep, I do not cry
a muted heart is breaking
and as the silence lies
a frozen bough is snapping – loud
to crack the quiet
still, expected in the freeze
I do not startle, there is no breeze
no wind at back to impel me
my bones have stiffened here
my mind is anything but clear
as the winter’s solitude
forces delusions rather rude
inner quietude never did follow outer
now it’s simply easier to hear
internal screaming
though the fire burns, continuous
it takes us not
because it cannot reach
what we refuse we got
buried below
alive and dead
some peace & love
blessings bestowed
how are these all stripped from me?
as he plods on down the snowy path
I know he won’t be coming back
so I’m wrecked to watch him leave
though it is not my memory
Categories
Snow | wonS
Photo (2018) & Poem (2020) by K. Samways
Snow | wonS
A snow globe world is turned around
Snow falls up then snow falls down
Defying gravity one moment here
Yet normal normal is the cheer
What comes down is what went up
Spilled contents redistributed cup to cup
Every so often this reset button trips
Snow white blanket, purity uplifts
Illusion is enough to calm most fears
Blindly inject cure: crocodile tears
The snow it fuzzies up our mind
As if it wasn’t hard enough to find
Answers in a material world
Shopping for your material girl
Happy family, joyful pawn
Garbage cleared from your front lawn
Hidden in basement, marked on map
X like treasure, X like trap
Drink your poison, muddle mind
Take the blue pill and you’ll find
You’re content, go back to sleep
No more sorrow, no more tears to weep
Do not fight back, now put on your leash
Plug in here, work, pay, perish, release
Fuzzy, fizzle, fight through fog
But it’s hot and cold, sinksand squish bog
I can’t get my boot out, it’s stuck
I’m getting sucked in, ah! shit! fuck!
It’s like every 90s kid’s nightmare
Quicksand, giant insects, CGI Monster stare
I swore I’d never do mushrooms again
So how the fuck did this poison get in?
A muddled mind, dentist lips, numb and swelled up
Gauzy cheeks, boozy blur, drink more & bottoms up!
Brandy eyes, winey breath, lighting tricks
Mascara smudge, husky voice and whiskey dick
Although he cannot get it up
Up goes the snow as we get tossed
Back to the ceiling blank and cruel
Our snow globe world, veiled reality dual
A switch up just a little now
The streets are a mess, so
Start your engine, start your plow
No drunk driving back to bed
A muddled mind craves sleep instead
Especially on snowy days with skies so white
Maddening maddening caged with fright
Absent absent is delight
These foggy thoughts have me depressed
Felt as though it should be addressed
Since my words are losing sense
Opinions will replace facts but present tense
Thoughts are real hallucinations too
So we should react and divide as taught in school
Until tremors indicate we’ve been picked up again
And perhaps we’ll wait to see
Snow fall up and people down
To make our chess piece move
Knight or queen, still just a pawn
Because the game is rigged beyond
Our understanding with snow globe tricks
Appearance versus reality
Drugs, prescription, scripts
Fed from faceless machine, dark
Conspiracy theory
You can reject because as
I’ve said
My muddled mind, fog headed here
Sees snow fall up through window pane
A mirror image from glass next door
Reads backward enasni: you’re insane.
The Halfwit Writer 