As long as it’s impossible I’ll try it if you ask. Guide my hands and calm my mind And carry out the task.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “state of the art”. I offer photos of what might be considered, perhaps not by the lizards, as state of the art lizard living quarters.
I move my black mouse and click. I know I should be doing other things.
“Like what?” That silent voice inside me asks.
Well, like watching this orange sunset or bothering that white bird sitting for no good reason on the railing or contemplating the other worldly mysteries of this grand universe.
Knowing I have no clue, I hear. “Really, like what?”
So I let my inner squeaky wheel, my imaginary “friend”, guide me downward into the depths of another suspicious, weedy, mosquito-loving rabbit hole I have no business exploring. But what else, really, do I have to do?
When I can’t get off my butt, there’s nothing like a kick to do the trick.
I’m beginning to value pain. To reinforce that value I think of it as the whispering of angels calling me to pay attention. Of course, I could just as well think of it as a kick in the butt, but this is supposed to be a poem, and there is more to reality than meets the eye.
This is also supposed to be about spring, but all I hear about is winter. So. More snow? Or is it time for winter to get off its butt and go?
PAST WINTRY PAIN COMES SPRING-BOLD RAIN WE START AGAIN
I meet a crowded, free-board bus Fantasizing all of us As travelers taken by the hand Unaware of where we’ll land.
Does no death bring me to my knees Except my own? Delusion sees, Sipping clouds that wander by, Wonder neither how nor why.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “Moving clouds, a heavenly perspective”. Also linked to dVerse Quadrille where Mish is hosting with the keyword “sip”.
Not the branch nor the tree Dancing leaves majestically Do their small but useful part To green the ground with mystery.
The wind may kiss us on the fly. We catch caresses from the sky. Sublimely structural - stay low To aim our treasures high.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “sublimely structural”. Also linked to dVerse Quadrille where De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the word “kiss”.
We had few toys. The mud pies that we made We’d sell for mud-pie cash or try to trade For treasures that would fortify wild dreams That didn’t need much more than that we played.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge where the theme is “toys”. The The photo below is a hiking trail through a golf course which may be a kind of toy. I don’t golf, but I do walk this trail. The featured photo are the eyes of a beautiful troll we bought many years ago made by 5 Arts Studio in Cosby, TN.
I am also linking to dVerse Poetry Forms where I am hosting during February on the ruba’i quatrain form.
Beneath soft covers steeped in dreams Sleep reveals golden schemes Left from sharper, warmer day When calmer night with moonlight beams.
Oceans deepen. High waves spray. Bounce the ball as children play. Nothing need be as it seems. No one turns their own away.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “sharpest image”. Also linked to dVerse Quadrille. Mish is hosting with the word “steep”.
Linked to dVerse Poetry Forms – the Rubaiyat. I like short tetrameter lines and how the AABA rhyme scheme allows the quatrains to be interconnected based on sound.