Tag Archives: nature poetry

Excavation of self, through rotten banana peels and skin

Posted on March 2, 2019 by pinklightsabre

At last the smell that was really me came to bare, to fully express itself, as a piece of rotten fruit or uneaten meat, table scraps left to bloom in some dark, neglected space. A smell, an essence, of toxins … Continue reading →

Posted in prose, writing | Tagged #amwriting, identity, nature poetry, poem, poetry, prose, William Pearse writer | 9 Comments

The weight that won’t shake

Posted on February 13, 2019 by pinklightsabre

After a week of snow it finally broke, and started to melt and with it sliding off the branches and dripping off the gutters it looked like the sky was crying, the earth collapsing in on itself and with the … Continue reading →

Posted in poetry, writing | Tagged depression, nature poetry, pacific northwest, poem, poetry, William Pearse writer | 18 Comments

Nowhere, slow

Posted on February 9, 2019 by pinklightsabre

The spent tea bag stapled at the top, the icicles dripping on a Saturday afternoon freed from any thought of what time it could be, spread out like a soft cheese with hair unwashed, snow with nowhere to go, nothing … Continue reading →

Posted in poetry, writing | Tagged mindfulness, mindfulness poetry, nature poetry, pacific northwest, poem, poetry, William Pearse writer | 4 Comments

This time on earth

Posted on January 30, 2019 by pinklightsabre

Where does it go, when the hair recedes—and why does it leave? And will I go like that too, without any notice but more a long, slow fade like snow thawing in a field— And are we just that then, … Continue reading →

Posted in death, poetry | Tagged existentialism, midlife crisis, mortality, nature imagery, nature poetry, poem, poetry, the meaning of existence, the meaning of life, William Pearse writer | 7 Comments

Down the hill, from green to black

Posted on October 4, 2018 by pinklightsabre

I got the ax out of the chicken coop to split the wood for the first autumn fire. Without ceremony, I hung the lawn chairs in the garage for the season and put away the hammock and lawn furniture. A … Continue reading →

Posted in prose, writing | Tagged autumn poetry, nature poetry, pacific northwest, short form, short prose, William Pearse writer | 12 Comments

Song to the dark lands

Posted on September 22, 2018 by pinklightsabre

When I look through the trees at the park near our house they are all pretty much the same as when we started coming here—like me, a bit older but still the same, mostly unnoticed. And the kids were so … Continue reading →

Posted in death, prose, writing | Tagged autum, autumn poetry, equinox, journal writing, Memoir, mid-life crisis, nature poetry, poetry, short form, short prose, William Pearse writer | 19 Comments

One commitment (for August)

Posted on August 1, 2018 by pinklightsabre

In the morning before the sun is up, when the cloud deck makes the light go soft and pale, the grass is the color of straw dried-out and sharp, golden red. The lawn sprinklers wake spitting and cussing, and the … Continue reading →

Posted in poetry, writing | Tagged nature poetry, pacific northwest, poem, poetry, summer, summer poetry, William Pearse writer | 14 Comments