The stream (all workshops)
tremulo
an escapade siippery
with the dew of starry eyes
Sparks sprinkle down
from the pyres
thoughts of ash
soft as silk
syllables silent
cast
the magic of the heat
Wavering the copper green
an aurora breath
lingering
This dark wood watch
the golden glow
in animation fronds
upon the trunks
of old souls
borne fruitful
stolid rising
from the stones
and dirth of
leaves and
laying fast beneath
the breadth of
white
Winter bares its naked trees
tracing my eyes
with a blizzard wonderland
as I seek to find
an end to the strife
playing hide and seek with ghosts
that never try to find me
burgeoning an anger,
a sorrow,
that pushes against my skin
like a polyester suit
tailored twenty pounds too tight.
Spiritually soulful
that alone makes your boat steer
the life of a river
you call soul
But I fear
as the river goes
towards the estuary
it lingers within me
when will the waters flow?
ere
I also go
but yet life is too slow
the turns and twists of the river
tell me so
Friend stay some more
who will then know?
from where to where
your river did flow
so still I say
go slow
SPINNING
The world is spinning out of control
and all that I knew yesterday is gone.
I've been away so long from
my days of hopes and dreams.
My body has betrayed my soul.
and I see with eyes sharp and clear
what lies before me
and my heart sinks in the knowing
One step at a time
with each heartbeat of my life
learning to accept
the mortality of self
that humbles the man in me
it is the thing even darkness fears
the ugliness from which
flies mass and swarm
it authors blind extremism
induces dogmatism
a soul contagion
with hatred born of foolish misconception
it manifests in lies
and shows itself in anger
encourages a normal, sound, sane person
to ignore sister/brotherhood
it demonstrates
betrayal of trust
intolerance
As being sandwiched
in everyday's chores,
silly kid's issues, and the dirty floors,
I switched off my hubby, and answered the T.V,
ironed the food, and cooked the A/C.
The fridge smiled and hubby too. :))
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The original
Before being sandwiched
in every day's mundane chores,
those frivolous issues, and some more,
I come to read you,
I smile
If it were chalk
that were published
on scriptured paper
I would chose black
I would chose greasepencil
those passages
run ruinous with rain
and soaked in the
silence
This dead of winter
that settles quiet
as the snow
brief like a little black
cat on her rounds
Nothing but the trundle
of plows
The landing of aircraft
far on the hilltop
plateau to the North
Chains each year like
a link the small distance
that grows
Of Happiness
I have all along been sitting and glossing
under an apple tree
all my life
what happiness can be
a simple comparison of combined incidents
some happy
some sorry
and
from the milk of both
if you can but extract
the elixir of happiness
twill a successful story be
of what happiness tis
your poetry lends happiness to me
but let me be happy
and
so end here my story
one must simply be just happy!
aroused at her core
molten pressure triggered
optimal pressure increases
steam escape velocity extreme
plate structure agitation
fissure motion
set to…-_
– - shift jarrr!!!!!
roll-symphonic jack hammers
jolt- /sway… not-rock-ab’a
rock a-city– -seismic s- — - hu - d
d-e - – er - -
Calm to discombobulate’/disor’der
re secure civil structure…
until she shakes again
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