Winds bell-ring the tulips.
Racoons hang lazily from eaves
watching the watched.
Barns are bent into rafts of moss,
an age shedding green
gathered by crow-footed wanderers.
All is a montage of one single facet
of day-sprung now.
Meadowlarks slip through their own songs
I unlimber my gray sticks
and stride,
my piecemeal mind mended and alight
with a bright-eyed flowering.
Spring clambers over my bones
to chase the wagging tails of
barking dogs,
sunshine gallops along a paddock fence
casting a mirage of painted flickers.
Hard to be anything less
then my best idea this day.
I search for a notion, a reason, a why,
only to be scooped-up
by a flock of fleet sparrows,
their small brown wings going nowhere,
yet all of us flying inside a sky-lifting joy.
Categories:
skylarking, poetry,
Form: Free verse
fly swarm skylarking
swirls, twists, curls, unfurls skyward
reverberating
Categories:
skylarking, celebration,
Form: Haiku
So, there is this very long string
threaded through countless wooden
beads of various bright colors.
This super long string is situated
way above the clouds and
stretches into oblivion and
that's where I want to go ...
oblivion, my supreme mission.
So, excitedly, I jump on a vivid green one,
hands splayed, jumping from
colorful bead to bead,
but I must be quick,
not because of time mind you,
but because each bead will spin
under the balls of my feet and
I could lose my balance.
But listen up, this is no
tightrope antics, caper,
romp, or skylarking,
this is a mission of suspense and mystery,
and there is no safety net!
If and when I lose my balance
I will fall and fall forever,
riding the ripples of space.
Categories:
skylarking, dream, space,
Form: Free verse
It's a refrain from the pain
Endless list of impossibilities
Concealing, aligning with atrocities
Glamorizing, appetizing ponderous existence
Of delusional falsehood, negatives overriding
Employing good yet morbid songs
its a refrain
And I wonder again
Relaxing, exercising, the cranium, the brain
Circumstances advancing, the matrix expands
Of possibilities and probabilities
and ideological songs
Tunes of complex rhythms
The voice the ear
So far, yet ever so near
It is the refrain, gravitating again
A moment in time to alleviate the stress
Cool breeze blowing, with its gentle rustle
Some folks walking, others skylarking
And I recline in stupendous gaze
relaxing the cranium, enjoying the laze.
Categories:
skylarking, introspection, nature, peace,
Form: Free verse
The sun glistens heavenly over our heads;thus casting black shadows as we walk in
togetherness.
We prespire ,skylarking in our seizure,in youthful bantering as we reach our destination.
Sudenly the wind is crisp,there is an occassional breeze about us pressing against our faces.
Feet cooled by the soft feel of wet sand,we emerge into the tranquil waters.......
we rise,we laugh,we dry ourselves and journey home.
The lean season begins and the sound of rain on our roof-tops restrain us to indoor activities.
The once humid air is cut sharply by the smell of moisture and precepitation.
Water trickles slowly down the window pane as I gaze unpatiently for a clearer day.
I bombard my mind with many insane questions,knowing fully well that there are yet no
answers.
Categories:
skylarking, allegory, childhood, children, introspection,
Form: Light Verse