The Poetry of Life

I write poems you listen to them There is no end to this lovely game You open your window and the birds call I open mine and the rainbow-footfall I weave a dream, under your umbrella In the joint shade comes up our villa You make tea and I fill the cup Warm bubbles call us to the marble tub I keyboard in smile, as you whisper words This way we set free, many lovely birds You make the clouds and I deliver rain Dry grassless earth both of us disdain I raise slogans in the procession You dream vignettes of the revolution I am charged under sedition and go to jail Shadows in the cell make you frail You fight for freedom and I keep waiting Sparkle our eyes till our suns are setting Then there are times when I go right You choose the left and there is a fight The windows are closed and the doors shut The nagging sickening feel lingers in our gut As the mercury rises the black clouds appear Rains come down and the sky is clear You give me words and I write rhymes Together you and I juggle the balls of time I play the drum and you march on You and I go on aeons after aeons _________________________________________ May 12, 2016 Suubmitted to – Any Couplet You Wish II – Poetry Contest Sponsor: Laura Loo