nesting blue jays rest
wooden homes secured with first ~
saplings of spring's birth
I am jotting down blueprints...
Mapped out as such to give hints.
As if a gun comprising trigger...
Planned as such for something bigger.
Creative writing I am making...
Yours for optional taking.
Aiming to make a collection...
Seeking so in my direction.
Poems I am writing somehow...
In the scheme of things for now.
Ideas formed inside my mind...
Uploaded, most you will find.
All of which I am using...
Not all when it comes to choosing.
Some serve as a stepping stone...
Others, I will leave alone.
If I write regarding you,
Chances are that this brain stew
Is more personal - true and tried...
Likely to be kept aside.
Otherwise, such other visions...
Considered in my decisions.
Collected, reworked in this case...
Stay posted and watch this space.
Love me where I am most ruined,
refurbish all of the cracked paint;
Turn my scraps into abstract art,
your design leaves me whole again;
Refurbish all of the cracked paint;
Within broken eyes see a vision,
scattered but still a masterpiece;
Turn my scraps into abstract art;
Resourceful little architect
use every detail like a block;
Your design leaves me whole again;
My past a piece of our future
etched in the lines of your blueprints.
the wild flowers jettisoned beauty
just like normal people do
seems like beauty is all around
and yet still too hard to find
for some. the truth is nothing could
be simpler for the simple man
and simple dreams.
and everything was out there
in the wide open expanse
seems like everything was
always somehow lurking
underneath the shadows
of the sun.
they took it all in all the sunlight
and they shielded its ray
and spoke to you to delivering
shade
and this white stuff
ice
snow, frozen water
aquifer.
Peace!
We built a chinkless wall
Without blueprints at all.
We did not pause to think
About this wall of ours,
As stone by stone it rose
Above our tiptoed eyes.
Trash piled up on both sides
Of what our labor laid;
Yet, at least, a rose climbs,
Prideless,
Upon this moss-grown side.
Our dreams are but the blueprints of our awaiting to be constructed future!
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
22 October 2016