All at Once

Submitted by Himalia

A breathing mountain
Developed after years of geologic merging,
There is life in the Himalayas.

But this is not a lesson on plate tectonics.
Here is a place to learn freedom.
Every piece of matter is moving all at once.

Even the book on time and space,
Resting on your floor,
Is vibrating.


 

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Photo credit: Vermeer – The Astronomer

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Week One in Review: Writing Contests, Submissions, and Success!

Boy, this was a crazy couple days. 334 views, 100 Likes, 35 followers, 27 comments, and 12 submissions in past three days! It’s Monday though, so let’s just count that as our first “week” on WordPress! We want complete transparency with our readers, so we decided to start a weekly review on how things are going with Vita Brevis! Continue reading Week One in Review: Writing Contests, Submissions, and Success!

Black Altar

Submitted by Anonymous

It shines like the beetle’s shell among the brush,
Entwined and wreathed with vines and leaves

Black Altar. Black sea.
Black land before me.

In moonlight scattered through the trees
In woodlands stirring thick with fiends.

I hear there’s one at every bend,
In every wood, on every land.
With siren-calls that promise peace
That lull from men an ancient frenzy.


 

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Photo credit: Dante in the Dark Wood of Error, Gustav Dore

Alexandria

Submitted by Jonny Booker 

See that spot right there–
The one that looks like others nearby?
There, the ground is lower
And the grass is high


 

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Photo credit: View of Delphi with a Procession – Claude Lorrain

The Loyal Honey Bee

Submitted by Himalia

There goes the loyal honey bee.
I’ve never tasted your venom,
but I wallow in it just the same.
I’ll spread your wax on my lips
just so the one I love will dictate me sweet.
You collect nectar
like I collect fears.
But I’ll squeeze your endless work into my chamomile tea
just so my taste buds are enthused.
Just for a moment of peace.


 

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Photo credit: Study of Flowers and Insects Balthasar van der Ast

A Headwind

Submitted by The Vita Brevis Team!

There is a headwind that always blows
Steady, hard, solemn, and fallow
Void of that whistle the beach breeze knows
Void of that ice the blizzard throws.

It has no source that we can glean
Yet always are we in its stream
Void of the ebb the ocean tows
Void of the spring harpist’s notes

It is hidden though, not felt or seen.
Until you sit one day and think
Of all we’ve built and all we’ve been
Of all of life’s absurdity.

And then you feel that headwind gust,
And realize all your life you’ve trudged
Through a hard and solemn wind
With the nimble gait of ignorance.


 

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Photo credit: Narcissus – Caravaggio