Poetry

you were in a boat

Perhaps you're in the water now

Maybe someone threw you over, maybe you jumped

Now you drift downwards

The shallows push you with currents

Then you sink so deep that you cannot see the sky above for more

And deeper you sink

With no light to distract, you begin to swim

You are still moving downwards, but forwards, and swimming

How deep you go is up to you

Some spend years searching the waves, seeking what they are finding

Some swim down to the bottom and find the plug, pulling it like a bathtub

And as the ocean drains away you are transported to the shore

All you see is the storm around you, you are running

Running to a lighthouse that is not lit

Torch in hand

Screaming for the souls on the boats you don't remember

You gallop the stairs on horseback, racing the clock to light the tower

Once lit you stop in time infinitely, breathing heavily, terrified for what comes next

You look to the East

No one else has lit their tower

Nada

Tom was a Fool who loved a lass

That thought he was a bore

She siphoned off his flame

And then she kicked him out for more

Away he bounced, not knowing of

What next he had in store

Folk had said it spun his head

A pain thick to his core

Years went by, Tom hadn't loved

They'd seen it all before

"He's snuffed the light, the door is locked"

"His heart has been to war"

Tom Foolery then, to love again

But fools don't lock their doors

"They'll dream a million dreams before they'll do a simple chore"

Tom bounced and bumped

Sometimes harrumphed

But kept sight of the score

You cannot ever lose at love

Of this he was quite sure

At times a fool forgets to fear

A wisdom heretofore

No one more shocked than fool himself

To find his heart a-roar

Calling Alice

Call me Alice, cause I've been down the rabbit hole

If you get stuck, give me a call

If I start speaking in riddles, its a sign, you're in there

Words can't compete when there's no words that compare

See the thing about Alice, she made it back out

A visitor of flowers, didn't stay there for clout

Like the Queen of Hearts did so convinced its her home

Wonder if she's still down there, defending her throne

As for that Cat, I'm not sure he lives there

He comes as he pleases most everywhere

Still, sometimes daydreaming I hear his lithe snare,

"Careful your step, there's a rabbit hole there"

So I step to the side with a skip and a slide

Seems I've learned a lesson on taking advice

Still there are some who claim "emerged" who don't hear him,

This Cheshire Cat, with his Cheshire Grin

And again we find way to the riddles & rhymes:

"Perhaps the rabbit hole you be in, perhaps the rabbit hole is your mind"

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Peachy-keen

Something about peaches reaches my ear

From a branch up ahead of pink flowers I'd neared

I couldn't quite catch it, though it sounded sincere

"What's that about peaches?"

Then I heard quite clear,

a trill, "Life is peachy!" from harps and from weirs

I paused, but there seemed to be no else to hear

The rest of the day I saw peaches in mirrors

while lovely a sight, a thought tickled my ear:

Imagine if peaches were something I feared

It's probably peachy I hold peaches dear

Though fun to be languished in peachy-keen cheer

Next time I might hum when pink flowers are near

Bewilder

If you happen upon bewilder

Make a space, instead be wilder

Much kindness dwells in wildness

Fit to welcome and re-guile ya

Through all madnesses and sadnesses

Mother Nature fast inspirer

Quickly calling back to joy through views reserved for her admirers

Sentinel

Most who blunder through the brush

Will still tip top through the flowers

I wonder as I wander

What do blossoms know of power?

Rising bold to hold the space

Wielding beauty as a mace

Preventing footsteps out of place

For bug and leaf at any hour

Dancing Feet

A song came on with a Latin beat

Strumming and tapping, lifting me to my feet

Who took me tilting across the floor

Swept up in the hum, too eager to ignore

With step my hips swung up-in to play

Next my heart and my hands joined into the fray

Throwing open my doors to let in the moon

Thoughts and body a blurr, consumed by the tune

Too soon the tapping lulled, slowing its pace

My thoughts rushed back, reclaiming their space

Dismayed as the beat began to recede

I sat back down, but I'd been decieved

For all at once the beat built up once more

My feet, delighted, swept me back to the floor

The Road To Rome

you were in a boat

Nada

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