Below are some images of Chimpanzees in the wild. I was wondering if you could write 5 words or a phrase to describe what you see, feel or think about the images. It's a random request, but I'll just ask you to humour me! I may be posting some other images on here and requesting the same thing again...Thank you everyone!

A poem about a swallow...just because...

Also about searching for rest.

The Swallow’s Flight

She dips,

wings quiver,

eyes search

for shelter,

a dwelling place.

She twists,

looks back and forth;

back to once,

forth to unknown,

but she does not see now.

She dives,

frantic needs

build and squirm,

manifest

into pulsating panic.

She falls,

spirals down

down down,

lands in open hands.

At last

she lays.

Three poems about the search for truth and answers...

The Search for Pravada (1^st Version)

 Swim through wave upon wave of written pages

passed down from them to us, us to you.

Drown in words of promise;

resurface confused in symbols.

 

Turn over the cards,

over and over.

Search for one that pleases you

until your future is flecked with gold.

 

Trace the lines of your palm,

the pathways of answers

engrained in your protective armour;

the map that reveals new places with age.

 

Gaze up at the stars,

those sparkling eyes that tell stories

among the planets that shift and align,

sending messages to avid trackers.

 

Stare into the orb.

Let your eyes rest

and allow your mind to cling to the patterns

as a message from beyond.

 

But look no further,

cease your search out there

and come back inside,

where clarity is laid at the feet of the weak.

 

The Search for Pravada (2^nd Version)

Walk on.

Trust the engrained pathways,

the map of years.

Trace them all and know

that you were here.

  

The Search for Pravada (3^rd Version)

Tread the watery path.

Dip into the depths

and catch the answers

that swim like fish flecked with gold.

Lie back;

let clarity hold you there.

Two poems inspired when I was eating an apple!

A is for

Deep within the heart

of a layered fortress,

beneath crimson armour

and soft white flesh

potential waits;

an orchard invisible.

 

An  Orchard Invisible

 A layered fortress

succumbs to pearly axe heads,

striking, tearing.

White flesh exposed

beneath crimson armour, stripped.

A precious treasure held at the heart

revealed and removed,

forgotten in its abandoned place

until potential grows.