Geometric lines coursing on the ground, housing temporary guests firing kerosene sprouting stems of toxic smoke – avid conquerors leaving passing scars in the skies. We are colons acting like haughty kings in a castle, Advertisements
i- Stone serpent conjured, erected by human hands. Rim charmed by passing souls runs, and rides along, protects. It shelters, and hides, undulates aside the lake. Man-crafted mineral matter, winding frontier between land and water, setting apart liquid body and earthy dust, stitching
Rock gods are watching, sitting around the circus, impassive, solemn. Quiet, immobile, sealed giants, imperious guardians of Earth, and ambers. Daunting frontier, packed, cracked crust, joining dusty ground and light shadows. Airy veils brushing softly on alpine tops, filtering rays,
Cracking, crackling sounds, chomping clatter, cascading down with shreds, fragments Falling, thudding on branches. Leaves rustle – clamour answering the shocks, rippling in waves, bough to sprig. Shattered airborne seeds, scrap by scrap, fall back to Earth. Organic shells crash, inanimate dust.
Along the asphalt road, the heart of the mountain whispers age-old tales of nature and men. Thriving, striving, belonging, nurturing, feeding, nourishing, settling, struggling, scarring, destroying, ruining, poisoning. Questioning mankind’s stand, stellar heroes brandish Nature’s coat of arms.
Earthy plates crashing, segments colliding with force, exerting pressure, causing mineral matter to rise and reach out to the skies, prickling celestial grounds, tickling vaporous feet – ore touch, unsettling,
The light descending From the skies lets its magic Residues shimmer, And land an instant, Before it collects them back, And fades out of sight.
Flapping wings fluttering about Blackcurrant and raspberry bushes Interwoven with weeds
Powerful presence Watching, overseeing us, Enveloping souls, Weeping. Raging veil Piercing, eerily floating, Blowing, shadowing.
Clumsily climbing my way through the rocks, I stumble upon a patch of soft green moss that tickles my toes. Reaching the far end of the pier, I stop and take a deep breath. I wish I had more time to linger here, sit and absorb the sounds of the lake, its scent
Sun-filled day, Light breeze Breathing through branches, Caressing my skin, Nurturing my soul.
Ethereal scene Unsullied grounds – shrinking – yet Ever-growing soul