Appreciations on the nature of nature. Poems by JW Marsh
All of life is a carnival, a noisy, colorful rise of flesh Bring bright reds, yellows and greens Be seen from the sky by a king or a queen Noises mix, from ears to feet shaking with the planet’s beat Visions of nakedness, color and heat A crowd has arrived, and the crowd wants meat […]
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Sycamore flowers Red, female on the left. Green, male on the right. Seeds from the females will be spread by wind Platanus racemosa – California Sycamore If you see a row of Sycamore trees in Southern California, you’re going to find a creek nearby. ‘Aliso” is the Spanish name for these trees. The word also
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Now that I’m up, I’m not coming down Happy here in comfort town Air conditioning, ice cold drinks I think I ought to stay Brothers and sisters stuck below Why should anyone help you now Close by the oily grey canal smells of rats and fish surround Maybe some streetcar, bus or taxi will give
Humans, with our trillion cellsand all the other living soulsPlants and crabs and dreams and demonsAll of this world that we’re floating in We live and die togetherHermits and lovers, birds and fishNothing moves, and nothing diesThat doesn’t shake the spirit’s skin Each of us is another mind,another voice, with tools and wishesAll sewn into
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Ghosts of sycamores, all in a row blocking my view of the sky In daytime you glow in blue mixed with green All through night you lurk silent and grey The breeze is your lover on sun washed days mixing your seeds, as sure as desire How do you manage such lusty feats With basking
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Comfort in our human burrows Concrete, wood and glass All the home of man-built happiness Simple shapes, quiet places Driver comes if we make the call Water and power are gifts from walls Waste gets carried away to somewhere Some turns useful, some just goes Everything here has been alive Moving, eating, chasing love Glass
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Someone once said in a book I once read that life is rocks, re-arranging themselves It seems pretty true from a rock point of view Light and gravity don’t always rule Sometimes a dream or a wish will rise A spider can jump An airplane flies Rocks in motion Rocks in disguise Everything mixes in
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