Sentient earth

The rain  

All the silliness

The patter in the rain

Gather into puddle

Dissolves the muck

There are no waves to settle

Just a shadowy stillness

The infinite drift

The formless

Vague

Ungraspable

Then the rain

The rain

Fibonacci sequence

Add the last two numbers

And it spirals

To conspire with nature

Into its self-propagating infinite brilliance

One, one, two, three, five, eight, thirteen…so it goes

To construct a compact blue print to delicate life

To catch enough of sun in its golden fraction

Peace lily is a one petal flower

And that is where the Fibonacci begins

Its dalliance with colours  

A balance that sparkle

In one petal, two petals, three petals…

And the whole world comes alive

From sunflowers, cyclones to galaxies

To rejoice in the numbers      

Sentient earth

The consent to reality is a pact   

That unfolds in the narrowing spiral of feeble consciousness

When the lines broaden for eternity

The horizon beams the serene golden path

Snags it when accomplished
The glorious life

Lament of hopelessness

In the clogged sickly green downstream

gill sucks in the air

to lighten the struggle,

a bubble plock the surface

startling the praying mantis intent on ladybird.

  

The storm surge like an insistent cuddle

wells up the dreary night.

Swaying trees crackle, explode in its own burden

cinders whirls in the stray bin

to conspire with the migrant wind to cyclone shrugs.

White islands nods futile in the blue vastness

invain search for an anchor of life

in the quivering acceptance of the stranded

gaze the approaching stillness.  

Earth wobbles and shrivels to let go

its nasty tenant

grab vagrant carbons back into its fold

to be rearranged into nature’s interrupted prose.

Unsettled ibis on the coconut palm
beats its enormous wings

gives out a primal shriek
in the drowning deluge.

Hear.  

Encroachments  

The squirming star

finds itself reflected in the still stream

clogged in the hyacinths.

A keelback cleaves the darkness

of the humid night

brief commotion unsettles

the quaint shimmer.

Meanwhile an upheaval gathers

and doesn’t wait for its turn.

Air gnaws the water.

Water drowns the life.

A haze sets in

and so began the dance of death.

Birds flutter and crumble.

The melt swells the ocean

and the waves rolls and rolls.

Sky turns torrid

and the trees turn black.

The tremble knocks the life giving poise
off its pedestal.