Land surrounds the hill
It spills in waves of bluegrass
Midst rotation crops
Where rise stems and stalks
Aground, atmospheric fog
Evaporating
Saturates the faze of day
Preying on the Moon
Landlocked, or Crossroad at Sun and Moon
Tag: Nature poem
~ A MILLENNIALISM
A #freestylepoem @bykaileyann
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: Every year was the grade I was in
until it wasn’t anymore;
it was easy for me to know
we’re special
because writing the date on my papers
turned my mind to what
my daily achievements meant;
K-12 public school
’99 to ’12
‘The Last Class’
we called ourselves
how many of us?
and joked about counting
down to the End of the World
and then we did Once
stop class –
I was in Prob & Stats –
and we seniors watched seconds go
ANALOG
wholly tuned-in to the ticking
‘End of the World’
as we knew it Then;
And laughed
when the Bell rang ~
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UNMETER’D
A #freeverse poem @bykaileyann
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Be Free –
Rogue’d
– and well
Heard –
Thief precurse’d
– take naught
Just Be –
Given-in
– for present
Bestow’d hope
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The Blue River Dam in Edinburgh
An #ecopoem @bykaileyann – Edinburgh, Indiana, USA.
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Groundwater table
Exceeds and bleeds through Big Blue
And the spillway churns
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Appeared Out of Nowhere
A #haiku about the world of Mily the Millennial.
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When Ariel Doe
showed her spots and bronzed suede coat
the aeon was known
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Frosted Orange Morn’n
Photo by Kailey Ann, Indiana, USA – 2/28/2022
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Frosted and foggy
A sun rises o’er Flat Rock
As I sigh awake
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“Winter Storm Warning 02-02-2022”
A poem written in Edinburgh, Indiana, USA
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It’s bad for the trees –
But when everything freezes
You’ll see its magic –
A glacier returned –
A layer once there will glisten –
Ghost of sun and mist
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No Shutdown
A poem containing thoughts and feelings @bykaileyann
Last time they Shutdown
My friends couldn’t pay their mortgages
Worse than that they couldn’t do their work
And our office was so vacant in the back
Without all the Rangers in there laughing
The best people I ever knew
Every one of them, I tell ya true
They take care of the land
And teach people what makes it special
Show them where to go to see
Everything
Their uniforms and badges
Were always second to their smiles
And talents
Botanists and Educators and Guides
Everyday was a surprise
They do nothing but good deeds
That’s their job
And never mind the paperwork
They all have to do it
But I learned from they way NPS works
Some sell hand-made fishing supplies on the side
And others write children’s books
Or help me host Kidditch on a perfect patch of grass
Preserved in a park they’re bound to protect
And better yet they love it
So Dear God don’t Shutdown
Because the consequences are fit to burst
AGAIN
If they can’t come to an agreement.
@bykaileyann
Poem: 400 N going West
I feel it in the rain
whatever’s coming
checked the creek go’n over the bridge
had a hunch it was flooding
and it yep the stream was lapping the banks
my guess forty-seconds to two-minutes without a rain break
and there’ll be water touching the edges of the dip in the road
if it keeps up I’ll have to take Greensburg home.
“Happy Reading”
A #streamofconsciousness poem ~
Why read if it doesn’t make you smile, at least once in a while, more oft than this Pink Moon we’re having, but maybe less oft than each added sliver of every waxing phase – enthusiasm wanes when I turn the page and frown, so pronounced is the melancholy sound of why must it all be like the end of days when I wake up seven a week in spite of the greenhouse haze which resembles fog at sunrise but lines the horizon brown by noon, too soon to tell but the swell seems only half-past the spine, may sound like I’m whining but promise I’m not ; it’s all just sleepless food for thought ~
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