The still night waits
For its stage call
As light plays an encore
To a quiet crowd.
The still night waits
For its stage call
As light plays an encore
To a quiet crowd.
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…
What I want to know…
What I want to say …
Is will you come
With me to-day?
To go for a ride
On my DREAMSHIP
Where we’ll learn to fly,
Dive, twist, and FLIP…
In the DREAMSHIP school
We navigate life
With lots of love
And plenty of s p i c e.
I like to ask,
“Are you having fun?”
Cuz if you’re not
It’s time to RUN–
Run fast and hop
On your own dreamcraft…
Create a life
With more pizazz!
Each day you open
Your dreamship doors
And step into a world
That’s entirely YOURS.
Mind your thoughts.
And your feelings, too…
The things you think
Come back to you.
Like a bug pressed flat
On the windshield of my existence,
I catch a f l e e t i n g image
Of true S E L F …
Before the swinging arm
Of consciousness moves again
And “I” … am back.
I ate toast for breakfast
Smeared with dreams
To code my life
With certain things–
Some make it simple,
Others make it hard
To exist as me
In life’s backyard.