From the view
of thirty thousand
the tiny dots disappear
and they’re gone
did they ever live
what did it mean
when did the echo
of their voices
cease their endless crying
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Mary was a little lamb
Mary was a little lamb
who ate the wolf inside
she didn’t know
the taste of true
when the wolf ate her
but died
now Mary’s eating
all the time
watch out
she’ll eat you too
nayyirah waheed
we
return to each
other
in waves.
this is how water
loves.
Note: I have taken this from another friends post. I love it
Prisms
Shifting prisms
in my eyes
reflect the skin
of all the people
I have worn at times
on this journey through stars
searching for the being
flickering through the prisms
in my eyes
The choice
What if you were given the illusion
of a choice
in which you leapt off the rocky ledge
of a very high cliff
to claim the promise
you gave yourself as a younger
and wiser person
before the unexpected turns
of life brought you
to the puzzling person you appear
to have become
the other possible result
of your brave illusion of choice
is that you could continue
falling and falling
through the imaginary space
you created with no end in sight
Counting
Once around the who and what
twice around the maybe
three times with an if and but
fourth has fought with fears of not
five has up and flown away
six is still together
seven sitting on a rock
eight has reached the edge
nine is caught and lost in time
ten will do it all again
The lion and the moon
Something different came
from the old lion
the young ones looked
uncomfortably at each other
that voice was not going to
bring down any prey
this was the powerful proud lion
that used to attack what they knew
was beyond them all
now he’s asking where
does the moon go
when it disappears
into the flaming edge of sky
thats the time for hunting
said their bright eyes
they all knew that
Escape
I have been in the habit
of escaping
I do not need to set limits
such as I won’t escape
from Sunday
I won’t escape from him
or her or that
I have fled them all
do not look for me
among the boxes of life
waiting by the door
you will not find me
I have escaped
Iron
Doing what has
to be done
has been the iron rule
of my life
but I wonder
at times
if iron ever breaks
suddenly
with no warning
and the pieces
fall
the long long way
to the ground
I had an invitation
I received my invitation
to be opened at the show
all the time I was preparing
but I didn’t know
when I went into the ring
they were watching row by row
then they came out punching
and I took it blow by blow
I thought I should protect myself
but where else could I go
I had an invitation
but I didn’t know
