Apples and Adventures Blog: The Conditions Weren't Right

The Conditions Weren’t Right

free verse, freeform, Nature, poetry

I watched it die
Once a big bountiful plant,
it soon shrank in size
Flowers ceased to blossom from its petals
I couldn’t cultivate new ones
I tried my hardest –
I watered it when dry,
yet not enough light
I placed it in the sun
With light too direct, the leaves burned

Given the circumstances,
I tried what I could –
cut the leaves back
and relocate the plant
Incapable of keeping up with the maintenance
Apparently, I signed on for too much

I watched leaves crunch and wither away
Excited by the prospects of growth,
Sanguine about newly sprouted green leaves
Ever so watchful,
I gave it what I could;
out of nowhere,
the new growth dangled then died off

Ultimately, the conditions weren’t right;
though I tried,
I couldn’t nurture this plant.

Path of Least Resistance

free form, free verse, Mindfulness, Nature, poetry, Well Being

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Nature, the world’s organic symphony
Take some time to listen –
Hear the trees sway,
sometimes they whisper in a light breeze
or howl like the lone wolf on a windy night.

Birds remind us that wildlife lives among us,
chirping, calling out to one another in a foreign language
A background soundtrack to your clamoring thoughts.

Rest your tired mind
Give yourself permission to feel free like the birds
To move where the winds direct you
Nature always follows the path of least resistance.

Beach Sunrise

Revitalize

free form, free verse, Mindfulness, Nature

Possibilities;
the sunrise is a blessing.
Glittering rays kiss my face,
the possibilities of a new day;
An awakening

Thankful for this moment,
a peaceful calm only nature can offer
Soothing sounds of waves rolling onto the shore,
Set intentions
Oh, the difference each day makes

A new liberation
as the sun warms all in its wake
Arousing a joy so pure, so stimulating,
Because it comes from within;
be true to yourself and find peace,
calm the internal stirrings

Relocate Baltimore

Relocate

free form, poetry, United States

A new neighborhood
where my new home is
where I live my new life
with my old brain
that stores memories
of a life that can’t be escaped

Evershifting,
which version of myself will I be today?
pulling on pieces,
arranging them to fit the narrative
I wish to create for myself

Relocate,
keeping yourself intact is always the hardest part.

via Daily Prompt: Relocate

Pic taken by me in Baltimore, Maryland.

Double Rainbow Citi Field

Phenomenal Beauty

free verse, freeform, Nature, NYC, poetry

A rainbow,
so seemingly simple, yet complex
A beautiful display of science above us,
a natural work of art

Sun rays, water droplets, light refraction, reflection
Standing proudly,
stretching yonder for all to see
Radiant, amazing in its own right

In ideal conditions, a double rainbow is visible
A spectacular sight becomes magnified;
The rainbows complement each other’s beauty,
a phenomenon to behold
appreciate the uniqueness each one brings to the whole

Pic taken by me at Citi Field: Queens, New York

Broken boys, a poem

Broken Boys

free form, free verse, poetry, Well Being

They leave messy trails behind them,
physically and emotionally;
the boys who break hearts

The empty love that wafted
so effortlessly off their lips
and into the mouths of the unassuming;
they whispered reassurances
during moments of weakness,
only to break said promises later
Their actions show that their words carried no weight

They lash out in fits of anger and break things;
to show strength,
to release the ugly energy
They break up homes and come from broken homes

Capable of breaking others, they manipulate;
the smart ones find the right woman
and break her too,
because ‘strong women need to be broken’

Is there hope for the broken boys who’ve lost their way?
Those who carry the stench of darkness
and wear it like a badge of honor –
an undercurrent that runs so deep

You almost feel bad for them
Unlike you,
they have the bravery to act on their brokenness
You hide from yours and bury your inner torments
then you feel sorry for yourself,
because you’re broken too
and that’s what broken people do.

Pic taken by me at Sleepy Hollow Cemetery