Morning snows in my dreaming book of secrets.
Like a Disney movie, sparrows are singing in my head.
An hour after coffee I grasp reality as if it were
inflatable and survivable.
A plane crashed in the night, I know I went down,
but the night forgot the plot in the turmoil
of another dawn chorus call.
Now there is deep snow, and winter forecasts
are already piling into drifts where a few sparrows
bounce weightless in the sparkling air.
Today will be special, I will go to special school,
one created for semi-illiterate writers of sparrow music.
I will choose bright yellow sun-shaped faces.
Helpers will open my book of dreaming secrets,
then slowly in a language made for simpler times,
explain what I said when my mind was fed
by fantastical stage music.
Then after crumpets and tea, the rest of me
will toddle into the night dragging a life-belt behind.
The sparrows will fall silent, a dimmet landscape
will be full of previously downed and drowned,
I will enter it with eyes closed
in order not to see what happens next,
and if we all again die a little, will it matter?
Categories:
dimmet, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I love my Sweetheart so jillion, I pray
Golly heart renders for her 'til the dimmet of day
The night kiss when her's away
And I fall before you
Singing a soft lullaby-loo
Hug, caress 'til day's dawn dew
Her beauty is a great please
Wondering mind 'til her sees
Feeling is all I do with an ease
Moving, remembering, loving do
While waiting for the moment cue
For her to say "I love you"
Categories:
dimmet, love, Lullaby,
Form: Rhyme