Beneath the bushes and under the lemon tree
Little greenish sparkles of light
Flare out time and again with glee
When the sun goes down in the night.
Oh, its the willows!
Happily dancing and floating in the wind
Lighting up with little glows
When the garden is in the dark and blind.
Little bloops lighting a moment and disappearing in the next from bush to bush
A delightful wonder to watch
Glowing and then fleeing without a bush
When one tries to touch.
Its a game of hide and seek
That the willows play at night
And not a magician’s trick
And a beauty to wonder with delight.
The milky way of the sky with wide eye
Watches the game the willows play
As the little flares of light fly
From tree to tree, happy and gay.
All through the night the willows
Spread their wings and flutter from leaf to leaf
And when the dawn approaches with soft and mellowing glows
The stars and the willows disappear and go to sleep.
Categories:
bloops, self,
Form: ABC
Electric Bleeps and bloops
Powerlines buzzing as the
Sunset going behind the roofs
O’lovely neighborhood lost
Facades of families
And degeneration
Of cultural paradigm
No crime
Just a hollow
husk town
Consuming the lives o’the poor folks
Sigh sigh
but alas
The community
dies
slowly
highway burning over the hill
and man I’ve got way too much
time
to kill
Categories:
bloops, absence, angst, tamil,
Form: I do not know?