MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Serene Land’

vivid green lushness
deep turquoise springs
mossy tree trunks
ferns covering the ground

snow capped mountains
icy glaciers receding out
hikes of several days
night in a distant hut

below zero temps
air fresh and moist
falling from the sky
pieces of white clouds

touching the ground
ever so gently
melted by the sun
beaming with light

the spring time almost
palatable and visible
on the tree branches
flowers of fruits to be

days pleasantly long
nights warm by the fire
crackling of the wood
sipping hot inka drink

loving the atmosphere
of the southern land
too far for all the
dangerous critters

roads pretty clear
other cars hardly there
humans surpassed
by the number of sheep

Serene land read by the author

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Into The Depth’

footprints in the sand
soft coral between the toes
walk on a deserted beach

tropical sun barely a cloud
day perfect for a dip
time to hop inside

splash!

soft waves caressing the body
sea salt soothing the skin
water warm like a bath

floating on the surface
face covered by a hat
arms and legs spread out

large cargo ship
stacked metal containers
covering the distance

on the horizon
white sailboat
sail up towards the sky

emerging from the sea
coolness of the wind
rubs into the skin

time has been forgotten
all worries floated away
into the ocean depth
feeling alive again

recording of the above poem read by the author

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Closer To Reach’

without much warning
in that moment
the sky has opened
clouds shed hardened tears
lit by the lightning
dogs lost their bark

darkness
mighty rumbling
sudden silence
peaceful and vast

the storm moves on
taking with it
the tin roof
hiking up the insurance

yet it is known
there is always
silver lining on each cloud
without the roof
the stars now shine

closer to reach

recording of the above poem read by the author

MORNING POETRY – ‘Burned’

summer heat
on my feet
no more socks
feel the rocks

walked at noon
burned real soon
aloe the best potion
applied in slow motion

cold bath and hot tea
magic you can see
with your own eyes
next time let’s be wise

for spotify subscribers – the above poem read by the author