Call of the Wild ... Encircling Pinnacles

© harlon rivers photo

Call of the Wild ... Encircling Pinnacles

Nomadic Canadian Geese chevrons circle
beneath the drifting
billowy inshore marine flow
Bulbous orange grey
meringue clouds
meander just above
the distant coastal sunset horizon
Their honking call of the wild ,
their clannish vagabond demur squabble ,
an undeniable visual vanguard
. . . seasons change
no longer presupposed , . .

Resident Red Tailed Hawk glides
and drafts gracefully
below the sky borne ruckus
Seemingly an annoying intrusion
by the flat land temporaries
discoursing arouse ;
interrupting his serene flight
Stealing away waning summer glides
uplifted by a soothing warm currents peace
Floating high above native habitat
seasoned stick latticed roost ;
hallowed home perched
on the pinnacle
majestic old growth wood . . .

© harlon rivers ...August 2014

Evanescent ; when you don’t matter

EVANESCENT ; when you don’t matter

If a falling star

kisses ocean’s wild vastitude  ,

does anybody see the impact's circling  aftermath 

as the rippled waves continuum evanesce (?!)

That fleeting moment when the sea

imbibes the gravity of another setting sun ,

surrendering to the yield

the bending horizon (?!)

Will anyone grasp

a simple deep moment's

transcendence ,

illusion of grandeur (?)

What is the sound

a breaking heart's exhale ,

but a muted whisper breathed

in the silence of the torn (?!)

Can restless silence discern

an empath’s pang ,

behold the solace of a forlorn

callous ache of indifference (?!)

Circles turn ,

seasons pass ,

blind eyes turn away the forgotten ,

" out of site out of mind "

Does anyone heed the hushed ache

of hidden swallowed lumps in throat ,

sorrowful longing ,

lonely dampened inaudible sighs ;

Will anybody hear

the bold expanse of silence (?!)

Authors note : EVANESCENT : 

passing out of sight; fading away; vanishing . . .

© harlon rivers

Squeezing Blood Out of a Stone

He knew he could never suffer 

from the madness they perceive 

It’s easy to look the other way 

when you’re blinded by what you see , . .

a poem from "The Diary of the Falling Dominoes" anthology by Harlon Rivers

Squeezing Blood Out of a Stone

What is the song the moon sings ?
In the silence of the starry blue night ?
Is it the sound of a heart breaking ?
Or the mournful bemoans
a shadow on bended knees ,
lost in a moment of stress and strife

No one ever thought they would hear
a shadow's screaming echoes
at the sallowed moonlit night !
No one gave it a second thought . . .
Never bothered to ponder
the unknown reasons for the thoughts .

He knew he could never suffer
from the madness they perceive
It’s easy to look the other way
when you’re blinded by what you see
Crawling on faith with eyes barely open ,
through a world of make believe .

Habor no disrespect for honest disbelief ,
when the flame burns brilliantly high
Awakening revelations rise like heat lightning
An impossible unseen illusion
for those who are blocked
by their own light

Just a mysterious inconvenience
waiting for the whole thing to blow apart
A subtle unnoticed interruption
like a shooting star in the foggy twilight
Emerging from the vanishing shadows
absorbed by the fading darkness taking flight

Some days we innocently stumble
Sometimes we trip and fall
      Smash into something good . . .
Hang on until its time to let go
Trying to wipe away the final teardrops
       is like squeezing blood out of a stone . . .

©harlon rivers

Just a single grain of the universe ...

secret sacred waters on high ...photo by harlon rivers

                           Just a single grain of the universe ...

I am the song from purling river bottom undulate currents 

sung with the feral voice a river overflowing  tears

awakened  to feel the ache a loneliness wash o’er 

deep big eddy’s swirling macrocosmic churn

  singingly soothing arrhythmic bouldered waters’ roll

silently smoothing prehistoric igneous stone

temporal memories' artifacts fade away simpatico

like sedimentary fingerprints insipidly erode 

ever-changing undercurrents ebb and flow

river-song coursing sweetly rogue to and fro

rolling down the cascading wild riverbed winding-road

unchained a higher rocky  mountain’s forked throne

the river's hallowed confluence --- spellbound oceans' beck and call

drawn by enamelled yellow moon’s gathering push and pull

metamorphosis incarnates the highest mountain’s stone’s throw

unto a single grain of distant shorelines’ heart and soul ...

© harlon rivers ... 6.16.2014

A Soul of Unfaceted Gemstones

Geode photo by Harlon Rivers

A Soul of Unfaceted Gemstones  

Thunderegg’s unbroken orb lies in hidden wait ,

beyond the mineral curtain’s veil

Undetected glittering beauty beheld

beneath nature’s cleaver guise

The rough textured sphere of the geode

coarse crust cloaks a nebulous mystery

The unidentified iridescent splendor within

bejewels like the magic of

muted heart’s unspoken murmurs

Languid unheeded shine ,

lusterless as an unturned river stone

A forlorn unfaceted diamond in the rough ,

insphered quartz crystalline repose

Agate bloodstone transforms by hands touch

awakening life-breath of Spring sunlight

shown into unsullied darkness

Lightning buried igneous gemstone purple vein ,

Soul lattice longs to metamorphose aglow

spirit of love percolating of destiny’s purpose

touch of thy erupting light upon opening palms …

©  Harlon Rivers ... April 24th, 2014

image by Tommy Ingberg

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.... also , another newly published poem by Harlon Rivers

"Lightning can strike twice" 

from The Diary of the Falling Dominoes chapters

http://melancholyrivers.blogspot.com/2014/04/lightning-can-strike-twice.html