("Dreaming Gaia", original encaustic, 2020)
Just a Dream
In the land of sleep and honey
where frog and princess dwell
we’re swallowed up in warm embrace
without a tale to tell
For in the morn when left brain rules
like brilliant rising sun
the right retreats into the dark
and waits till day is done
To then once more start all anew
and build up worlds of light
that rise and fall as quick as thought
a masterpiece of sleight
But in the end a balance holds
master and commander
the latter bold and blustering
former a bystander
So day and night this life unfolds
in flesh and blood it seems
but when we wake however brief
we see it’s just a dream
(5/8/23)
A Canadian goose...
Became friends with a Colorado blue spruce.
The former a teacher,
The latter a preacher.
"Why are you sad?", asked the bird.
"It's cause of the world news that I heard!".
The winged creature than began a prayer,
And the branched conifer felt it in the air.
"I pray each of your needles live as one,
As your journey has just begun."
The kind words were so appreciated,
The towering fern joined the educated;
"And you I wish your wings will fly,
With God's blessings in the sky."
Relationships can bud be it cat and dog,
Or of peace and harmony between bug and frog.
3-September-2021
when you wanted to give me
you never said for a while
salavic eclipse per epilepsy
test of the taste then a bile
like a swing in the atmosphere's mood
scared earth passionate puke
next the sky seemed to be soothe
catharsis resetting her view
I never held back
like the waves pulling her muse
contractions of zeal moistened hard
supine sand tracing the tune
chaperoned by a virtuoso,
torrent complimenting the blue
undaunted, feigning its strokes
catharsis resetting her view
This mouth counted its syllables
tossed each subsequently
watched them dance dribbles
erected a mood in your feelings
like the wind and tiresome trees
the former a bow from the latter drew
shriek a shudder, tortured trees
catharsis resetting her view
I'll love no more,
feelings transmogrified into glue
like winter firstly to the earth draw
catharsis resetting her view.
19:10:16:14:06
*Note*: A reflection on the French form of Poetry entitled 'Ballade'. Let it not be mistaken for 'Ballad' of tragic attributions.