Pausing to watch
A mysterious moment
Of silent transition,
I give thanks for the beauty
Of one precious day.
Pausing to watch
A mysterious moment
Of silent transition,
I give thanks for the beauty
Of one precious day.
Perhaps,
I’m EARTHPOET–
With words buried
In mushrooms…
Deep in the forest
Amongst colonies of trees.
..
Tied to their roots
By delicate INTENTION,
My thoughts leak to the surface,
Dangling as leaves…
….
Or maybe,
I’m MERMUSE–
Hiding in the shadows,
Diving in the moonlight.
Singing songs of the wave.
..
My MYTH dances
As bubbles…
The daydreams of dolphins,
The pearl of an oyster…
One day.
….
*This little poetic expression was inspired by my friend Andrea who posted the poem “As for Poets” by Gary Snyder on Facebook today asking all her friends “what kind of poet are you?”. My poem is my answer…