a photo from
my future was
imprinted on
a piece of wood
then taken to
a jigsaw and
made into
pieces
these became me
to shape
my test to
tell how i was
to look and to
see how others
would see me
creating myself
but not quite
understanding
the concept for
having no finish
ed form to know
when i was
done other
then using
every piece
i ended and
looked not
agasp
but with a
curiosity in
the future i
wouldn't have
any edges or
borders as all
the puzzled
pieces i fit
putting as
i saw fit
my one
eye i
saw was
a bluish
background
with a bit of
cloud
and the
entire shape
took on a form that
could not
be framed
looking like
Whistler's
Mother
but most
bothersome
to my Mum
was i made
every piece
fit by using
a hammer
Categories:
agasp, muse,
Form: I do not know?
The fairies brew
Cool autumn dew
In ancient trees
With swarms of bees.
The leaves fall down,
All red and brown,
To mark the loss
Of trees on moss.
The clouds move west
And seek their rest
On mountain clines
With ripened vines.
The waters deep
Fall fast asleep
Below the sky
Spread out on high.
The night awakes
Above the lakes
And reigns supreme
As summer’s queen.
The birds sit tight
While starry light
Begins to flow
Like opals’ glow.
The rills grow mute
When sounds of lute
Begin to pray
For friends away.
The woods lie still
To hear the trill
Of mockingbirds
Agasp for words.
They sing to you
Of sky-lit blue
And chirp to me
Of destiny,
For here you are:
A tear, a star,
A dream, a dove:
Eternal love.
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Categories:
agasp, love, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Looking around
startled awake,
I gaze around
and begin to shake
Thinking I’m mad
pretending a dream,
suddenly I realize
I’m sitting in a stream
Sitting to left
an elf appeared,
he just smiled
and said
“Howdy there”
Standing up
I am naked as day
“oh my god !!
what would mum say?”
Finding leaves
and bits of vine,
making a dress
that flowed divine
Another realm called
reaching through veils,
it caused me to pause
but I wandered the trail
Off to the right
hushed in soft light,
a unicorn was bucking
dazzling the night
He walked up to me
nudged with his horn,
gestured to follow
I’m agasp and in awe
But,follow him I did,
closely at heel,
I was silent in wonder
across Elysian fields
Floating a cloud
up to the moon,
sitting on a star
a universe cocoons
Sweeping the solar winds
fingertips reach up,
resting at peace
in the bottom of teacup’s
Categories:
agasp, fantasy, imagination, inspirational, life
Form: Verse