Tag: nature
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Children of Earth and Sky
Even if I were to collide with the glass of the bus window, destroyed by all of the moments of my darkest hours, I can open my eyes and escape. For, beyond every pane of glass, there will always be a bird wrapped up in the melodies of its own song, perhaps hunting, drinking, bathing,…
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Raging Now
Thunder and lightning, storm drain surging, could’vefollowed it all the way downunder waves where it’s quiet. Burning, billowing,festering flames. Smoke dying down.So that’s this feeling? Spiraling away,wishing I could have had a different story. Lightning, a flash, then a crack,a spell of dark magic, saying, Let’s keep digging;I want to meet the ground six feet under. …
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Their Pasture
He tilts his head up towards the sun, looking through the trees as light filters through their branches. The sheep looks around the pasture, luscious and glowing golden. He is swaying in the quiet breeze that brushes past him in a gentle embrace. He remembers many years ago, when the hurricane came through and destroyed…
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LOVE,
If you must ever go, enter my life gently. Transcendant forever. Crossing walls, wishing they weren’t real. Weren’t felt by us. Our friendship. Sometimes I wish I didn’t know. If it wasn’t ours, it could never end; never begin. Beautiful, while fleeting but terrifying while uninsured. Have I graced you as you have me? The…
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at dawn
we sit on the docks waves pushing and pulling against the pier coming and going as we lose all our days tomorrows and todays years and years lead us here, all testament to our loneliness craze. Poetry and photography by Hazel J. Hall.
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The Brown-headed Cowbird
A female brown-headed cowbird will lay her eggs in another nest, hoping they will be taken care of. Not enough food to go around,one too many screaming, screeching heads. Of young nestling beaks, still opening wide, never satisfied. The mother bluebird hunts twice as much, twice as hard. She is always tired when she comes…
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Some Dancing Birds
Jungle mist clinging to the edge of the woods. Of brightly colored flowers and feathers amongst the chaos of the trees. Birds hoping to survive for their purpose of having the most wonderful, well-kept downy. Perfection is an expectation, though an unknown concept to the bird, who knows each belief or instinct or natural inclination…
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Sixty Minutes Mortal
The goddess played with the elixir in her hands, watching as the liquid sloshed back and forth against the glass walls of the bottle. The golden glowing potion called her name. Temptation was always her most dangerous game but, oh, she would be lying if she said it wasn’t the most fun. A cork closed…
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In Our Age
Content warning: this poem was written about my experiences at school with threats of danger made by other students against other students. It might be upsetting/triggering to others who have similar experiences or know someone who has had similar experiences. Please read carefully. Thank you, and please continue to stay safe. IThe sound of shoes…
Hazel J. Hall 