The Collection

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''[[The Collection|River of Phonetic Rhymes]]'' is a compilation of all the poems by [[Megan Walker]]. The goals for this artwork are to form: * A complete and central compilation of the poems by Megan Walker, * A book form that is entirely digital, * A structure that allows for a unique and individual experience. ~ Navigating this book: Anything highlighted blue is a link; follow these to access the next poem. The poems themselves are arranged by year, so you can explore all the poems in a given year or click to the next year.

Megan Walker is an artist whose recent work explores the art of language, books and paper. In this, she considers how language has power through word choice, layout, and associated imagry. Examples of this include her works //Trust// (https://commons.mtholyoke.edu/mwalker20/findtrust/) and //Final Flame// (https://commons.mtholyoke.edu/mwalker20/final-flame/). Her art, sitting in the historical divide placed between the fine arts and crafts, questions such distinctions. Book binding is certainly a craft but it is also an art form and should be given the same value as more traditional art forms like sculpture and painting. A particular examples of such is her work //Our World// (https://commons.mtholyoke.edu/mwalker20/our-world/). The most compelling aspect of her exploration, though, revolves around the relationship of the paper, books, and language; how paper builds the book structures which in turn supports the language which in turn reacts to the paper and format through various layouts. The interplay between the three is vital since the art is only as strong as the weakest of the three. For more works by Megan Walker, follow this url: https://commons.mtholyoke.edu/mwalker20/ [[Return|Intro]]

//Sweet Sound// (2016) I feel a hint of cold in the air, in the woods, remembering the heat of days gone by. The peace of forgotten times echoes through the hills: birds sing, squirrels chitter, bees hum, winds whistle. As I walk, I listen to the trees. There’s a creaking, a groaning, a muttering and moaning. I hear the stream bubbling, burbling, murmuring. Nearby, tall grasses hiss and swirl with the wind. Around me, the world prepares for a long sleep, for the blanket of snow, for the calm of cold, for the coming of winter. I hear a rush of air brushed by the bright, delicate wings: the monarch, just flown. Leaves whisper overhead as some fall, floating, fluttering, drifting down, disturbed by an eddy of movement. A dislodged stone falls into the tiny, still pond. A loud chink. Splosh. Ripples stretch across the mirrored surface. My ear detects the skittering of the woodland vole disappearing back into its den following the squeaking of its pups. I still my movement, my breathing and listen to the quiet chomping of the doe, the soft huffing of the fox. I still my thoughts, my heartbeat and listen to the low hum of wildlife, going about the cycle of life in the course of a day or decade. I feel the vibrations of the half living flowers, and half sleeping trees. I am calmed by this peaceful place. Its music, untouched by time, swirls together. It is the sweetest sound I hear, the sound of the forest. Sweet Sound - Current Poem ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] 2016 - Current Section [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] [[2020|Bound]]

//In Conclusion// (2015) In conclusion to life, enters death, of unknown. In conclusion to light, enters darkness, of deep. In conclusion to day, enters night of aloneness. In conclusion to peace, enters war, of blood. In conclusion to summer, enters winter, of chill. In conclusion to stillness, enters wind, of movement. In conclusion to warmth, enters cold, of nothingness. In conclusion to water, enters thirst, of dryness. In conclusion to everything enters all things, of everywhere. All things, dark and light. All things, unknown and known. All things, seen and unseen. All things, everything, of everywhere. [[The Wanderer]] [[The Light]] [[The Fire]] [[The Tale of Four]] [[Lives of the Leaves]] [[The Lonely Willow]] [[November]] In Conclusion - Current Poem ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] 2015 - Current Section [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] [[2020|Bound]]

''Lives of the Leaves'' (Collection, 2015) //New Buddies// Bare have been the sticks, rattling, they’re lonely, cold. They wish for company, past the winter chill. Pale is the green, emerging the branches desolate spell is over. The forest changes, baring brown to emerald deepening. The trees, now dance in dresses that are new, and sway in breezes past. They swirl and mutter the shivering days are gone away at last. //Days of Peace// The days are long, and happy with gossip and news of plenty. The wind rustles the delicate paper thin foliage. The water swirls and gurgles down the rivers course. As the roots grow down to the nurturance of the water. The stars glow over head during the warm night hours. The the leaves rejoice in the warm down pours. //The Burnishing Days// The days have flowed past, and soon, chill the nights become. Now the trees change dress, emerald to ruby, the budding lime, becomes the dieing orange. Now fall, these vibrant colors, to the frosty ground. In their final story, they dance on cooling winds. The leaves, their tale ended now dieing, they float to the ground. Leaving the branches lonely, until the spring, and new friends are found. [[The Wanderer]] [[The Light]] [[The Fire]] [[The Tale of Four]] Lives of the Leaves - Current Poem [[The Lonely Willow]] [[November]] [[In Conclusion]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] 2015 - Current Section [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] [[2020|Bound]]

//Nature’s Gift// (2014) The willow creaked, its branches moaned and groaned in the breeze. Leaves were rattling, the sun was shining, the clouds were glowing. I listened and watched, Nature in her splendor, her glory and her beauty. My eyes that saw, watched the butterfly land on a delicate wildflower. The deer that grazed in fields next to mine, raised her head, huge eyes shone. The sun was setting in hues beyond compare, as the bright moon emerged. Night came on. the cool air crept over the sleeping, the restless. The day was short, the night long, as the stars were overhead. As all must end, so I lay down my pen, and follow the call of sleep. [[River of Phonetic Rhymes]] Nature's Gift - Current Poem ~ 2014 - Current Section [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] [[2020|Bound]]

//November// (2015) The cold sets in, The wind is blowing And the skies are snowing. I sit, by fire, by home. Thinking. Thinking of the days gone by, Thinking of the change to come. Winter’s ahead, summer’s behind. [[The Wanderer]] [[The Light]] [[The Fire]] [[The Tale of Four]] [[Lives of the Leaves]] [[The Lonely Willow]] November - Current Poem [[In Conclusion]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] 2015 - Current Section [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] [[2020|Bound]]

//Snow// (Revised 2017) Like glitter on the ground sickly, sweeten, like downy white spun sugar. Over browning, twisted grass. Over bare and crackled stalks. Drifting, floating, flying from above. Soft, fluffy, delicate as frost. Comes to land in forming drifts, and chilling swirls. Settling to nestle with myriads ice and crumpled crystal; siblings just a cold. So unique, so individual, are these, these flakes of snow. Snow - Current Poem ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] 2017 - Current Section [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] [[2020|Bound]]

//The Deep of Winter// (Revised 2018) Spilling from around it reaches, reaches, hits a wall. It creeps, and slithers in glowing light, a beacon! It comes to being and, low! It appears, a brethren! Opposite in their choice, and in their ways, yin and yang. In the cold, and in the night they meet and clash on high. A battle for and as endless as time turning on it’s path. No victor, no winner, none will die. And on! For equals in this world, and in all others they be. Light on high, and darkness, created by. Neither can tell from darkness or from light. But there they meet, silently in the deep, the deep of a winter night. The Deep of Winter - Current Poem [[Silent Cry]] [[Lifeless]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] 2018 - Current Section [[2019|Listen]] [[2020|Bound]]

//Silent Cry// (Revised 2018) Birds wings outspread and nameless they fly in, around, wind, and breath, join in a silent cry. [[The Deep of Winter]] Silent Cry - Current Poem [[Lifeless]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] 2018 - Current Section [[2019|Listen]] [[2020|Bound]]

//Lifeless// (Revised 2018) Nameless, Soundless, It cries. Featherless, Flightless, It flies. Sightless, Heartless, It lies. Motionless, Lifeless, It dies. [[The Deep of Winter]] [[Silent Cry]] Lifeless - Current Poem ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] 2018 - Current Section [[2019|Listen]] [[2020|Bound]]

//River of Phonetic Rhymes// (2014) The water flowed, it swirled, it passed, and, rushing on it went, in a moment - it was past. But more and more, the flood, on it came, down over rapids, over falls of fame. Look upon the lines, the ripples of ice, with an image in mind, stranded are some mice. Here an imprint and there, where feet have been while stills the water, across it weaves a stone fin. I stand up on rocks, slick with water, cold, my hair whipped by breezes my skirt twirls in a fold. I sigh and leave, my tears of sorrow, dried by joy of a stream, unshallow. River of Phonetic Rhymes - Current Poem [[Nature's Gift]] ~ 2014 - Current Section [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] [[2020|Bound]]

//The Fire// (2015) The fire flickered, leapt, twisted, swirled. It rose on air, caught, danced, slowed. It’s coals glaring, eyes, stars, brilliance. The branches cracked, hot, black, dry. It consumed all, wood, grass, leaves. It’s strength never less, power, light, beauty. The sparks flew up, bright, twinkling, myriads. It shone under night, alumminating, beacon, alive. It’s flame a tongue, catching, licking, breathing. The fire slacken, lessening, cooling, sighing. It was dying, death, coals, ashes. Gone so fast. [[The Wanderer]] [[The Light]] The Fire - Current Poem [[The Tale of Four]] [[Lives of the Leaves]] [[The Lonely Willow]] [[November]] [[In Conclusion]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] 2015 - Current Section [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] [[2020|Bound]]

//The Light// (2015) And then he tripped upon the air, the air that tumbled and swirled. Below the feet of life and death, He fell into the abyss of darkness. Falling fast, falling long, into doom, he fell upon a breeze of cold. Down past the mists of time, and farther still he twirled. Yet as he fell, a light saw he, coming up and up to meet him. Reaching, reaching far ahead of him, he fell, coming into the dawn. A song, heard he, of beauty, and of sorrow, singing a lament. For death does take us all, parting in the eye, staying in the heart. Glowing, shining, reaching, falling, again, he sought for goodness in his life. He found it at the root of all, and a song burst from his lips. Of the dark he sang again, and of the light poured forth. [[The Wanderer]] The Light - Current Poem [[The Fire]] [[The Tale of Four]] [[Lives of the Leaves]] [[The Lonely Willow]] [[November]] [[In Conclusion]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] 2015 - Current Section [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] [[2020|Bound]]

//The Lonely Willow// (2015) The willow upon the hill, trailing twigs, drooping leaves. The wind, a frosty chill, and through the grasses, weaves. A raw November day, a bitter wintry air thats surrounding. The water ripples in the bay, and at the shores it’s pounding. The grasses crackle, as they hiss beneath the sky. The shrill cry of the grackle, startled by the slinking fox, so sly. Under skies hung low, it stands on a hill that’s the only. There is an old willow, and there it stands so lonely. [[The Wanderer]] [[The Light]] [[The Fire]] [[The Tale of Four]] [[Lives of the Leaves]] The Lonely Willow - Current Poem [[November]] [[In Conclusion]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] 2015 - Current Section [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] [[2020|Bound]]

//The Tale of Four// (2015) The fire flicked before me, it’s dance swiftly changing. The tongues of redden hue, all a glow this night. The gurgle of the river, in it’s banks so high. The silver of the moon, reflexed in it’s sheen, and shine. The hiss of the wind on grass, like snakes it runs ahead. The nothingness it is, and the breath it steals. The silent rumble of the earth, below my feet, a solid mass. The turing so little and yet so fast, with buds and trees upholding. The fire at my back. The river within my sight. The wind above my head. The earth below my feet. [[The Wanderer]] [[The Light]] [[The Fire]] The Tale of Four - Current Poem [[Lives of the Leaves]] [[The Lonely Willow]] [[November]] [[In Conclusion]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] 2015 - Current Section [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] [[2020|Bound]]

//The Wanderer// (2015) Through empty fields he walks alone. Ever the while he voices a ceaseless moan. By himself, always, is he found. Over water cold, and stony ground. There lies over all the land a haze. In whiten winter, by the forest ways. As he comes, terror and fear fill the folks. While he is dancing past the olden oaks. With tendrils long, the willow by the road. The ribbit of the water-dwelling toad. As chilling as the razor edge of a knife. He wails in sadness, wishing for another life. Endless time, he’s doomed to walk. No word, aloud, can he talk. Only when the world will fall. When death, comes to all. Can he, the wanderer, finally move on. The Wanderer - Current Poem [[The Light]] [[The Fire]] [[The Tale of Four]] [[Lives of the Leaves]] [[The Lonely Willow]] [[November]] [[In Conclusion]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] 2015 - Current Section [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] [[2020|Bound]]

//The Dark// (2020) The sun sets. Darkness falls. Shadows stretch, curve and reach. Inky blackness, seeping, soaking, staining. Soft claws, clutching, grasping, tearing. Hissing whisper, deep within, singing tales of age old human terrors. [[Bound]] [[Passion]] [[Broken]] The Dark - Current Poem [[Drumming]] [[Turn. Turn. Again.]] [[Name Me]] [[Dawn]] [[Truth]] [[Support]] [[Devotion]] [[Unknown]] [[Horizons]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] 2020 - Current Section

//Drumming// (2020) Steps inside my head. Beat. Beat. The rain is gone; my tears I’ve cried. Yet my heart still aches, no old joy for comfort. I fall now with the ghosts of those I love and loved, just out of reach. Beat. Beat. Clouds pass by my sight, blind my mind. No beacon need tell me: I am lost. Beat. Beat. On they drum. Confused. Tired. Maybe there shines a star out there – beat – above my head – beat – but I cannot see its light. Beat. Beat. Dying as the steps draw near. [[Bound]] [[Passion]] [[Broken]] [[The Dark]] Drumming - Current Poem [[Turn. Turn. Again.]] [[Name Me]] [[Dawn]] [[Truth]] [[Support]] [[Devotion]] [[Unknown]] [[Horizons]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] 2020 - Current Section

//Turn. Turn. Again.// (2020) Turn and turn again. What simple lies we tell ourselves. Lies to calm our nerves at night. What childish dreams to hold with certainty that we will wake with day’s new light. Turn and Turn again. Change we fear and change we flee. In steady habits or forgot abandon. Turn. Turn again. And the unknown lies before us as time ticks ever onwards. [[Bound]] [[Passion]] [[Broken]] [[The Dark]] [[Drumming]] Turn. Turn. Again. - Current Poem [[Name Me]] [[Dawn]] [[Truth]] [[Support]] [[Devotion]] [[Unknown]] [[Horizons]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] 2020 - Current Section

//Name Me// (2020) Thinner than a knife blade; more fragile than a thread; built through the years; yet dashed in moments. [[Bound]] [[Passion]] [[Broken]] [[The Dark]] [[Drumming]] [[Turn. Turn. Again.]] Name Me - Current Poem [[Dawn]] [[Truth]] [[Support]] [[Devotion]] [[Unknown]] [[Horizons]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] 2020 - Current Section

//Dawn// (Revised 2020) The stars shine bright, within the night, pinpoints of light. The snow falls down, to form a crown, on the town. The east a glow, with dawn in tow, day starts to show. [[Bound]] [[Passion]] [[Broken]] [[The Dark]] [[Drumming]] [[Turn. Turn. Again.]] [[Name Me]] Dawn - Current Poem [[Truth]] [[Support]] [[Devotion]] [[Unknown]] [[Horizons]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] 2020 - Current Section

//Truth// (2020) Circles weave. Words grieve. Vulnerabilities, liabilities. Voices hit. Doubts knit. Torn start. Broken apart. Mending and tending. Supportive aid. Friendship made. Truth bound. Trust found. [[Bound]] [[Passion]] [[Broken]] [[The Dark]] [[Drumming]] [[Turn. Turn. Again.]] [[Name Me]] [[Dawn]] Truth - Current Poem [[Support]] [[Devotion]] [[Unknown]] [[Horizons]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] 2020 - Current Section

//Passion// (2020) A look. A motion. A smile. Blissful, just to be here, in this moment. Here, with this person. Here, with my partner. [[Bound]] Passion - Current Poem [[Broken]] [[The Dark]] [[Drumming]] [[Turn. Turn. Again.]] [[Name Me]] [[Dawn]] [[Truth]] [[Support]] [[Devotion]] [[Unknown]] [[Horizons]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] 2020 - Current Section

//Broken// (2020) The wind whispers cold, like the dagger lodged in my heart, snaking round the streets gripping and grasping at the warmth it finds. It stings faces and chills hands. But no heart can it find, except for mine lying shattered and broken. [[Bound]] [[Passion]] Broken - Current Poem [[The Dark]] [[Drumming]] [[Turn. Turn. Again.]] [[Name Me]] [[Dawn]] [[Truth]] [[Support]] [[Devotion]] [[Unknown]] [[Horizons]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] 2020 - Current Section

//Support// (2020) Welcoming laughter breaks the murmur of conversation. My fingers warm around the mug of cocoa as does my heart, filled with comfort and peace sitting here with others. Here I am cared for, here I am safe, here I am loved. Here I am supported. My friends are here on this winter's night. [[Bound]] [[Passion]] [[Broken]] [[The Dark]] [[Drumming]] [[Turn. Turn. Again.]] [[Name Me]] [[Dawn]] [[Truth]] Support - Current Poem [[Devotion]] [[Unknown]] [[Horizons]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] 2020 - Current Section

//Bound// (2020) We have choices, but not this. They just are, a source of pain, comfort, hate, love. Neighbors, friends, we pick. Partners, coworkers, we decide. We cannot chose our blood, our relations. Whether family or left behind, we are bound. Bound - Current Poem [[Passion]] [[Broken]] [[The Dark]] [[Drumming]] [[Turn. Turn. Again.]] [[Name Me]] [[Dawn]] [[Truth]] [[Support]] [[Devotion]] [[Unknown]] [[Horizons]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] 2020 - Current Section

//Devotion// (2020) Simple life, simple joy, simple love. At rest with decisions, In union with my spouse. [[Bound]] [[Passion]] [[Broken]] [[The Dark]] [[Drumming]] [[Turn. Turn. Again.]] [[Name Me]] [[Dawn]] [[Truth]] [[Support]] Devotion - Current Poem [[Unknown]] [[Horizons]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] 2020 - Current Section

//Horizons// (2020) Over mountains steep, Cross valleys wide and lakes deep, My eyes search. Through jungles twisted, By forests old and seas misted, My ears listen. Past plains continuous, With deserts dry and rivers sinuous, My feet walk. By train, by plane, by highway, By boat and byway, My heart follows. Seeking sound, And seeking sight, I wander bound In my mind. [[Bound]] [[Passion]] [[Broken]] [[The Dark]] [[Drumming]] [[Turn. Turn. Again.]] [[Name Me]] [[Dawn]] [[Truth]] [[Support]] [[Devotion]] [[Unknown]] Horizons - Current Poem ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] 2020 - Current Section

//Unknown// (2020) The earth spins onwards, through time, through space, through chaos. We seek and search, always into the unknown. [[Bound]] [[Passion]] [[Broken]] [[The Dark]] [[Drumming]] [[Turn. Turn. Again.]] [[Name Me]] [[Dawn]] [[Truth]] [[Support]] [[Devotion]] Unknown - Current Poem [[Horizons]] ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] [[2019|Listen]] 2020 - Current Section

''Possibilities'' (Collection, 2019) //Heat// Hot climate. Blazing sun, still air. Dry sands, flat horizons. All is gone. We took, and never gave. The ashes of ruin, leaving nothing behind. This planet is a desert. //Regression// Dark ages. Hunger, poverty, all hardwork. Squandering, struggling. All is ruin. Out history a stain, we forgot. This regression, our legacy. This land is ours. //Technology// Rising excitement. New ideas, more releases. Hover cars, holograms. All is new. We created, we grew. So much to see, so much to do. This place is all tech. //War// Endless turmoil. Bullets and fire, pain and death. Nowhere is safe, no one to trust. All is war. History spun, dropped a bomb. We live and die, all a struggle. This dystopia is all we know. //Space// Within silence. Gears whir, metal rusts. Floating in space, a dying colony. All is left. Fled in terror, this last ship. Our home now, this machine. This world is all that is safe. //Staged// Mock debate. Stale ideas, louder voices. Old arguments, more accusations. All is fake. One vote, all together now. A stalemate, this world stage. The sphere is endless. //Natural// Green land. Growing, living, breathing, healthy. Fresh air, clean water. All is natural. We found harmony, back to the roots. Balance restored, crisis averted. This ground is young again. //Ice// Frozen frost. Cold breath, numb fingers. Silence, stillness. All is ice. Came again, came to stay. Trapped, beneath the snow. Earth is winterbound. //Gas// Black smog. No stars to see, no grass grows. Life in glass, wearing a mask. All is haze. Did we learn, did we even try? The human race, nothing remains. This globe is dying. //Dreams// Reigning peace. Medicine to all, food in plenty. Smiles, laughter. All is happy. The right decision, history recorded. We, one people, all harmony. This utopia is beautiful. [[Listen]] Possibilities - Current Poem ~ [[2014|River of Phonetic Rhymes]] [[2015|The Wanderer]] [[2016|Sweet Sound]] [[2017|Snow]] [[2018|The Deep of Winter]] 2019 - Current Section [[2020|Bound]]