tag:jacobrosemusic.com,2005:/blogs/somewhat-serious-geeseSomewhat Serious Geese2022-05-11T10:10:28-06:00Jacob Rosefalsetag:jacobrosemusic.com,2005:Post/66584992021-06-13T18:30:19-06:002021-06-13T18:30:19-06:00The Labyrinth<p>If you would like to listen to this poem, tune into the <a contents="multimedia recording from Radio SSU" data-link-label="" data-link-type="url" href="https://www.podbean.com/ew/pb-c355z-fee9b8" target="_blank">multimedia recording from Radio SSU</a><br> </p>
<p>We enter the labyrinth that is the mountain pass. </p>
<p>Losing ourselves in her mystery, mastery and majesty. </p>
<p>Affluent details of glacier lilies, snake grass, and fallen trunks compose the mountain. </p>
<p>Her roots stem deep into the Earth's crust, </p>
<p>Cradling floriferious seedlings. </p>
<p>Together United and solitary. <br> </p>
<p>The youth break through the earth </p>
<p>Holding hands with the Wise donned with charcoal coats. </p>
<p>My gut cradles a stone. </p>
<p>Roots puncture the face of the cliff below me. </p>
<p>A pierced thorn in a Grizzly's paw. </p>
<p>If the Song birds and the bees hoist it upon their backs </p>
<p>And the bristlecone and birch raise their roots </p>
<p>Raging rivers may erode the stone and fortify safe passage. <br> </p>
<p>All this water will flow into falls </p>
<p>Where, for a split moment in time, it is completely still. </p>
<p>Frozen, and joyfully kinetic. </p>
<p>Rejuvenating passerbys - </p>
<p>Those who dip their toes in running waters </p>
<p>And those who ascend her labyrinth path.<br><br><em>~ May 20, 2017</em></p>Jacob Rosetag:jacobrosemusic.com,2005:Post/66584912021-06-13T18:23:47-06:002022-05-11T10:10:27-06:00Yogurt and Canvas<p>Rainy days bring about something new </p>
<p>Snapshots of winter during the heat of summer. </p>
<p>Today is one of those snapshots </p>
<p>Slowed down by overcast, </p>
<p>Low highlights </p>
<p>There's no distracting, attractive glitter </p>
<p>Spicing anything up. </p>
<p>Today is slow and plain. </p>
<p>But not in a boring kind of way. </p>
<p>Plain in a yogurt sense, </p>
<p>Just waiting to be mixed with the delicious fruit of the individual essense. </p>
<p>Plain in a canvas sense, </p>
<p>Open to possibility, potential and promise. </p>
<p>Rainy days bring about something new </p>
<p>Like the plainness of yogurt and canvas.</p>
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<p><em>~ May 31, 2021</em></p>Jacob Rose