A Green Light Contemplation
Just be like green grass,
Regrowing and regrowing:
Overcoming all:-
Go and be as sage green trees:
Rebirthing justice's green leaves:-
Lotus flowers grow from black mud.
This is what Aaro sees,
standing at the edge of a
pond full of lotuses in the garden.
Beauty rises from darkness.
Pink petals open above murky water,
green leaves spread
like hands on the surface.
The roots know secrets
the flowers will never tell,
how strength comes from
places without light or colour.
What was buried
finds its way to light.
What seemed lost
becomes beautiful.
The garden speaks,
in whispers:
Every flower was once
a seed in the dark.
Aaro watches and learns.
Her joy blooms.
Of burning sight, we grow the flora,
From dancing light of my aurora.
A stunted garden, met with showers,
Brought to bloom, bouquet of flowers.
In casting passion, bright the sky,
Of green and blue we share an eye.
The way of stars and trees alike,
Through boreal we join and hike.
Waiting can do horrible things.
When I’m at the red light, she calls.
My phone says “mom.”
It’s not her.
The light is flickering, no one believes me.
It’s not her, the light told me.
My mom hates it when I hang up randomly.
When I get home, the whole house might have disappeared.
Phones lie sometimes.
Waiting can do horrible things.
The light is green.
Nothing else is.
The person who calls at the red light is evil.
Waiting can do horrible things.
Imagine those who are heading into Christmas,
Without a moral compass,
Now imagine that on mass,
For people who don't mow their grass,
Not just on one landmass,
Add in those who no longer go to mass,
And you can imagine what will come to pass,
For those without a moral to encompass this Christmas,
Unless we who still have a moral to encompass,
Do not let the them pass,
Without giving them a reason to mow their grass,
Before Christmas they decide to bypass,
And we too are left without a moral compass this Christmas.
From root of spine till third eye,
a seamless energy band,
holding thus firm our focus,
signals we’re ready.
it comes to a halt
almost there, wait just a few
red, yellow, now green
10/04/2023
Written for the SIMPLY POETRY 2 Contest
Sponsored by John lawless
Bit by bit my knees became weak,
It must have been lust or candlelight;
Moonlit curtains shimmer satin sheets,
green lit tasting each other that night;
Held me like it was the first time,
smelled your desire and I broke;
Yelled into your throat as we kissed;
filled it up, you could breathe my smoke.
Been running like the devil with his pants on fire.
Tearing up a rutted road with no spare tire.
Racing toward the sunset in a reckless mood
While the tension turns my knuckles white
And I grit my teeth, got no time to waste,
‘cause I’m still a quarter mile from a stale green light.
My baby called to say she needs a big, strong man.
I need to get there fast, you’ve got to understand.
Skidded ‘cross some black ice on a hair-pin curve;
Almost took a short domestic flight,
But I can’t let up, no I can’t slow down,
‘cause I’m still a quarter mile from a stale green light.
It could change to yellow in a heartbeat.
A change to red just wouldn’t do,
But my baby has me colorblind.
I’m comin’ through.
Her mother’s getting slapped around.
You know it just ain’t right.
The ******* she’s been with is goin’ down tonight.
Ain’t no Sunday driver. I’m a man on fire,
‘cause I’m still a quarter mile from a stale green light.
a tree with dark leaves
Spreads its bough to frame a tree
With branches light green
I don't even know how it feels
to love anymore
And I really don't want to,
Never again.
The burns!
The feels!!
The ache!!!
Even when I'm next
To someone else.
The fact that you call baby,
But not to me anymore.
When would I ever get the
Fact that this won't work anymore?
a sparkling glazed sheen
sunshine on my windowpane
noonday blooms below
goldfinch bush and tree
are awash in dazzling light
as pale sunbeams dance
Cheap trance thievery
Epstein coat hanger kisses
life in them 'thar hills
L-et the golden silence reign absolute;
U-nwelcome is noise in the house of thought.
S-o much to explore in the universe of mind,
H-ued richly with precious gems of every kind!
L-ight enters inside, so glintingly beautiful,
I-nk takes on new images and shapes, blackly.
B-ees breeze by August, seeking their honey,
R-abbits hop high grass, down in the country.
A-bove, the milky stars compel us to wonder,
R-acing toward scintillating, blazing infinity.
Y-esterday's avenues of blooms live there also!
Bogged down at a red light.
At Ascension cemetery and St. Mary's drive
I gazed a graveside service.
The mourners spaced few and far between,
mostly in black-still as wet granite.
All were covid masked... properly.
The newly departed performed social distancing-flawlessly.
My prayer was answered when the light turned halo green.
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