Like a bat sleeping
the cocoon gently hangs
upon the massive red oak’s arm.
Gently-
And ever so lightly—
it does shake…
Tiny, little,
streaming
cracks
dance along the little egg sack.
A wing of silent, starry blue protrudes
then another-
And now a leg-
And several more!
Beautifully blue the butterfly glistens.
Her wings flutter freely
Singing a note of life newly grown
And yet a tinge of melancholy
it seems she does echoe
of a life long ago.
To the skies she soars
In search of something more
A butterfly is born…
Today an imperfect circle of a moon
Was visible in the bright sun
The monster size blue moon hung low in the sky
The clear, tranquil, sky blue
Illuminated by the warm, white, bright sunlight
Light of the Earth, placed for the day
Increasing the warmth of the windy, cold, day, to a tolerable extreme.
Extreme sports, like steel challenge matches
Performed in extreme cold or extreme heat, outdoors, year round
Lead fragments fly and rain down in the clear, tranquil, blue sky.
Extreme!!
Sometimes
life should be about
nothing more than
swirly upside down rides
and blue cotton candy
for in the end
pasts can’t be taken back
only relived
and the truth is
I’d rather live
happily
with my blue tongue
than die
with the past’s
bitter taste
on my lips.
8-8-09
The Man on The Sidewalk
Rushed out by hurried passers into the mid-day sun,
I notice the bright blue sky over me; so blue indeed!
I turn the corner and notice a man lying down,
Huddled and wrapped in a soil torn blanket.
My heart is engulfed by a dark phantom cloud,
My mind fills with questions of whom, how, and why.
There's no hint of his past only a shadowed being,
Should I wake him? Only to find his old buried woes.
Is it too late to save even himself? Question haunts me.
bending over, I try to slip him some lunch money.
Someone in the crowd yells, 'He's a lost cause, sir',
Awaked the man opens his wide tired blue eyes,
Yet, they are as blue as the sky's and more so.
His long tangled beard reveals a kind smile,
I place the wrinkled dollars into his yellowed hand,
Smiling back,I walk away speechless.
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