Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

salbei, ysop, zitronengrass
rosmarin und thymian -

herbal breaths
filled with light

link to anemone's image quote:
http://www.albanyinstitute.org/collecti ... s/sage.jpg

purple marvah
a twist and a steaming greeting
how many mountains have we climbed till this moment?

upon peaks of bliss
i sit covered in longing
wearing dreamglasses
against emptiness's cold

avalanches thundering below

did my link not work, j
or am i supposed to add the link in text form underneath the image?

edit for an answer:
i wanted to be more ethical this time, a
so i added the url
your link is divine!

j

herbal essentials
grow in so many climates
how they adapt to help us adapt
how they accompany frail human beings
to shield us from harm

plants, so benevolent
humans! reach out and thank your local ginseng

grateful
to the local ginseng
and the distant thyme

i bow to thy company
oh sundrenched herb

reaching out to a sunbeam
to a vague scent of rosemary and grass
to a blue sky hum
in my lover's hair

i ascend
to peaks of peace

what are all these strange humans doing?
you mean the bowing business?

yes!
suddenly there all sorts of hairy heads, bent down and whispering thanks into my stem.
yes! mine, too.
what are they muttering? ssssh! let's listen.........

(o, blessed ginseng. thank you. o marvellous sage, bless you. o benevolent rosemary - i am grateful for your existence......)

are they nuts?
apparently so.

but as long as they don't pull us up and plant a shopping mall, let us also give our thanks......

and out into the air
and sunwarmed fields
i now

run
!

thanks
warm and fragrant
to herbs
and humans

-- til later!

a sunflower head bobs down the rolling green hill
a nordic walker
a bra-wearing poet
the sound of recorder in the wind

bye to an anemone flower
as the sun-blessed day embraces her

the earth is in a coma
a persistent vegetative state
kept alive by tubes and tubers
don't pull the plug on life

the fragrance of the anemone flower
is still on the wind
carried across the miles

the bra wearing poet
bobs like the sunflower
she makes me smile

i catch up
and bob with her

lighting rod
has a different
rhythm

i listen
for the beat

searching the dump for an unrusted chain
tubers do it best
long rubberized

walking thru compost
corroded visions do it best
gas-leaked puddle art