What does it mean when the blue jay sings?
That my number is up? But…
Was it ever down to begin?
Zagged shadows would tell our time
If more of the world were literate.
Here comes the curve and click of a lunch well served.
We know just what to say to get a smile.
Look down at your feet,
Count the steps.
Is this it?
All there is to it?
To live, love, laugh, lose, and leave?
Sinking down into
melted puddle of bubbles,
dripping, sliding, we all fall down.
Ionize, acclimatize, get back up again!
The words are gone,
the game is up;
Not all gifts come with endless batteries.
A film across the cells, see lines and
curved like bells, ring aloud, sing alone.
Their rage is not red, but pink,
mine happens to be purple, not blue.
Time runs, reach out and catch it,
one second, hold my Pepsi;
I’ll do you one better.
Two tons of words, in two tones.
In literature we call that misspelling a word,
but in poetry we call it opportunity.
There are no rules here,
not now, of all times. Rule’s need not;
I don’t even know. Seems like I write most of these while half asleep. If you can find meaning in it, please tell me. If not, enjoy the nonsense anyway!
Spiral into oblivion,
we’re all just echos in the void.
What matters to the mountains
is when those who shout
cause rocks to tremble and
avalanches to tumble.
Have you seen the window?
Do you see your reflection or
the other side?
Beware the breaking;
greener grass is meant to stay
perfect from afar is safer
where one cannot discern a blemish.
Droop and nod, drift and bob,
the exhaustion is strong in this one.
Can’t carry a conversation in a bucket.
The eyes stick and drag,
teh fingers miss and lag.
Her thoughts are like molasses,
her voice a raspy snore………………
It’s been a long day. I missed posting a poem yesterday, so you get two abstract, written-while-half-asleep poems for the price of one. Enjoy the nonsense.
Even the wrinkles don’t slip all at once
People in chairs aren’t the same
As the ones who lose it slowly
One piece at a time.
My eyelashes weigh about one thousand pounds
I’ve got worlds on my shoulders
My speech – stumbles
my hands are clumzy,
I just want to lie down until the dawn
into a river’s rushing flow,
For the 30 seconds I drop
into a state of deeply dreaming.
Written when I was very tired… That first part I practically wrote in my sleep, so don’t try to make any sense out of it. Anyway, I’m still quite exhausted, but totally up to writing 1000 words before I fall asleep on my desk…totally.