I don't choose the muse
the muse chooses me
and when she appears
between my ears
I adopt the writer's role
and follow her
down the rabbit hole
never knowing
what I may find
is on my mind
but in time if I'm content
when penning punny poetry
with what passes for a poem
then it's good enough for me
With apologies to Lewis Carroll (1832 – 1898)
gothic ballerina had dainty footsteps of course
We watched her from our graveyard seats said the horse
She rose out of a grave at dusk, with some kind of energy force.
After day of the dead, she will return to that grave of Morse.
She turned her back, walked out of the door
froze my poetic drive, can write no more.
thoughts circle and circle, vultures on kill,
dense clouds of darkness, dead wisdom, no skill.
every word I wrote, I wrote in her name,
every time I looked at her, words just came,
my dreams were of all the things we would do,
every dream I had, that dream would come true.
love is an ocean, but it can run dry,
all the stars are dead in my pitch dark sky,
do not take love for granted as I did,
there were cobwebs within that she had hid.
nothing can turn clock of love to ticking,
no such magic wand to mend the wrecking,
love is harvest flourishes when tended,
show you care, see her every tear mended.
For happy couple who have lived in bliss for many years,
You have the skill, that is not as easy as it appears.
perhaps I did splash
a wet dash too much
when I was growing up ~
seems I was selfish
one fish too many
when merely a pup ~
maybe I acted disrespectful
an action too long
when just a forming hiccup ~
appears I misled my part
a missed start too often,
yepper, yea, yes, oh, yup ~
waz sup?
Success
is what is sought
on every corner
and a series of
cornered successes
justifies life as it is~
death sometimes
appears that way~~
Nothing
appears~
that seems
sufficient for
a falling
recognition
that this is all
Nothing~~
Human life is like a water bubble, It appears and disappears for a moment, Try to fill up bubble by your trouble, Soar up your dream and keep silent, Protect your own energy like a bubble, Feel your worry has gone as a solvent.
absolute neutrality
variances appear
and all are
neutral
after all!
Tonight a new moon appears in the sky
barely visible to the naked eye
Yet in fourteen nights it will wax complete
pools of reflected sunlight at our feet
Gradually then, it will wane again
as passions dim in the heart of man
Israel marks her time by the calendar of the moon
Passover falls on the 15th of Nissan every year
~ Hear the cry of the lamb, the song of the loon
A young oak grows tall and broad
like its peers, brushing the sky
Mighty, though not unique to the eye …
A lone palm appears midst the parched desert
It alone, steadfast and upright, is seen to flourish
It alone, merciful and kind, travelers nourish
Battling each
paradigm
I wandered alone
Straight into
the maelstrom
of thundering tomes
My nose
pointed North
spitting into the wind
Decision once made
a line crossed
from within
Reciting
a dogma
both precious and torn
The words fill my spirit
once lost
and forlorn
Chasing a promise
that’s eluded
so long
An Angel appears
to whose will
— I belong
(The New Room: January, 2025)
When
Nothing appears
It won't be known...
Before the first hint of dawn appears
let me not shed a tear
For life is meant to be lived
without doubt or fear.
It may appear
that I've lost my writing edge,
less poems expressed here
on display opening my heart and tears;
but surely, you must know
my words do flow
along some journal lines
releasing the feelings and emotions I find
harder to express and reveal
along with the poetry soup's appeal
incapable to openly portray
the visionary images that slip away.
Oh, for lack of inspiration to sweep
the cobwebs of old age as it creeps,
nearing eighty now
strength and enlightenment disemboweled,
if only, time was on my side
this inner self
might no longer hide
in the spaces my soul denies,
as it appears.
Tree gnome appears in silence every April or May
We do not hear his footsteps, they are light like a roach’s.
Some springs he skips us, but he is always here when needed
Today I was not surprised to see him due to turmoil in the woods
The trees are whispering things they should not be whispering
I can hear them under the ground, and the worms are disturbed
Tree gnome gave me a nod, which delighted me ever so much.
He rarely honors a human; pretends we are not here, actually.
I wondered if he might speak, but he pointed instead.
I saw the falcon, staring at me. It means something.
I wish I knew what.
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