CLEAR STREAMS

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CLEAR STREAMS

Clear our streams of consciousness.
Purge our wagging tongues in purity.
Clean our mottled, ambivalent hearts.

We are the keepers of earth’s flame:

We will decide the fate of waters,
limitless, mercury-less fish, blue
skies filled with sprite-birds singing.

Get under the waterfall of the living;
death is easy and surprisingly cheap.
Enter clear streams & wash away guile.

Wash hands filled with blood and mayhem.
Clear streams pierce through our amnesia.
Clear streams give amnesty for indulgence.

It is not our vast metropolises that will
reflect the greatness or genius of mankind.
It will be in the simplicity of our clear streams.

Alice Parris

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THE WATCHER

Voluminous, gray clouds
part the skies on either side.
It is not clear when deluge begins.

Now, nothing but more of the
ominous, charcoal sky-bison.
 
I feel the quickening in my veins
of remembrance; rain-makers
chanting. No longer is there need.

The wagons- circled & surrounded.
Tumble-weed clouds are rolling over.

I am the watcher.

Nature has cried out against our
blasphemies against her. She has
openly declared war.

Her weapons; the elements.
 
Battle-fierce against enemies.
She is unstoppable. She topples.

The whole bloody lot; ground-gaping,
earth-quaking. Unpredictable tides,
storms, tornados, hurricanes & fires.

We talk, yet do nothing to appease.
Move quickly to right the wrongs:

the asphalt & concrete erected
has been assigned to bludgeon us.

No measure of peace is too small.
The covenent over-arches the wall.

I am the watcher.

Alice Parris

 

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU