Let us play with words
If you think I am demanding
what do you think of her,
my poetry, shadow, alter ego
my twin sister
she won’t let me sleep
unless I dream my next poem
in color, of course
and using all five senses
no rhyming but rhythm
and an exquisite choice of words,
simple and sophisticated
personal and poetic,
printable and proper
descriptive and demonstrative
fresh and freely flowing
and what not.
Imagery is indispensable
courage and creativity
daring details
emulating emotions
from everyday life
uniquely universal.
There is more to it,
but start with this first.
Don’t get lost in the game
you will have to sign your name
and remember art is for playing
life for living.
The World and I
Like many others
I have dug deep
into the meanings
value and worthlessness
of all things in life
only having to stop
at the closed gate
of Ultimate Knowing
over and over facing
the eternal unknowable meaning
and limitations of a human at any age.
I see my own poverty
within the lushness of nature
and the world around me,
including gifts so kindly given
whether I understand or not
know what to do or not
whether I remember to share
all I have or not.
The more I doubt myself,
the more I see the connection
of me, a tiny, worthless atom,
joined with the rest.
Summer Dreams
Lying on my back in bed
I close my eyes and see
mountains in the distance
old trees with big branches
almost breaking to touch
the flowing water
Both the river and I
listen to the same lullaby
from the soft breeze and
the hum of the leaves
of a massive aspen tree
spreading shade around its base
When I get hot.
I wade into the cool water
of the welcoming river
then choose my spot
under the perfect tree
to take a nap.
I lay down with closed eyes
listening to the sweet song
of quivering aspen leaves
and the soothing murmur
of the close flowing waters
lulled into a deep sleep
floating on unforgettable dreams
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