a higher purpose
celestial highway thumbed
eternity in focus
Categories:
hitching, appreciation, beauty, destiny,
Form: Senryu
A tiny caterpillar clung
To the mirror on our car,
Perhaps to hitch a ride, not knowing
We were going far.
I didn’t notice he was there
‘Til we were on the road
And wondered if he’d make it
All the way to our abode.
I thought he’d hate the city,
Though, of course, there is some grass.
My worrying was wasted
For it never came to pass.
A half an hour later,
All the wind became too much.
Despite a valiant effort,
All his little feet lost touch.
I watched him blow away
Into a highway of cement,
His final day on earth, at least
That much was evident.
Categories:
hitching, today, travel,
Form: Rhyme
Going deep into the valley as the last rays fade
in the big clearing there waiting for me is Snowflake
now he is a Unicorn that kindly takes me on journeys
to wondrous far off mystical realms that astound
Climbing onto his back we set off at speed of light
soaring high we circled the moon saying how do you do
to the blue cheese man who doffs his hat and bows
then sends beams of bright rays to lighten our path
Then racing a shooting star leaving it far behind
onward to Saturn where we dance through its rings
leaving the best to last we fly on to the lady herself
Venus the enchantress, the planet of love that enthrals
Filled to the brim with the sights and the wonder
we drift down to land hugging Snowflake who wickers
then flies off into the dawn fast becoming a disappearing dot
leaving me to wander homeward drinking in creations miracles
written 04/04/2014
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Categories:
hitching, fantasy, imagery, imagination, planet,
Form: Free verse
Shocked out of my slumber, again.
Those visions once inviting drift
into murky terrain where my footing
slides from my solid path, each
step saps me of vitality without hope.
Left out in the cold, again.
Thumbs ripe like cherries, dipping
into the sweet air of possibility.
The frigid nature of my quest
halts the blood in my indigo vein.
Just along for the ride, again.
Packed like cargo into your life.
A cumbersome package for you,
no doubt, since I have no clues
left to divine where I fit anymore.
Pains rumble in my gut, again.
The warmth of your hearth
no longer beckons me onward
to share a morsel of nourishment
or a sinful concoction full of delight.
Doubt haunts my persona, again.
Images of distrust quake my eyes
as I witness your plot unfold
with self the only person that
you choose to embrace without fear.
Cried myself to sleep, again.
No point in wiping them dry
since the flow of my agony
will gush like the purest fount
of human suffering ever to shame.
Categories:
hitching, allegory, lost loveme,
Form: Free verse