Intuition alone

The ancient eavesdropper

The
measure
of life —
one word
one sentence
one thought
one action
at a time —
quality
moments
fully
realized.

A desire
to search
the depths
of my soul —
how far
can I travel —
on intuition
alone?

A
contemplative
squirrel twirls
its tail under
a tree —
chattering
to itself —
where did I
cache my seeds?

Crows
scatter
across
the sky —
shadowing
Autumn
leaves.

A ravenous wind
ransacks an orchard
thunder of tumbling
crab apples.

My mouth
eclipses a
big red apple —
as Earth’s
shadow
bites into a
blood moon —
appetites
align.

Lingering
mid-air —
a solitary
leaf —
I try to
catch
my
breath.

Poetry is
jumping into
a pile of leaves —
your mind,
body & soul —
immersed by
an explosion
of colors.

I visualize
switching off
my mind —
but the irony
I often find —
I am powerless

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About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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4 Responses to Intuition alone

  1. love that second to last stanza – poetry is jumping into a pile of leaves…

    • Thank you kindly, my friend! I’m glad you enjoyed my poem 🙂 Autumn is a muse of many colors, inspiring us to see the world anew before the light fades into winter’s monochrome oblivion. Have a wonderful day, Maureen!
      Cheers,
      Tyler 🙂

  2. A good one to repeat!

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