Poetry, spiritual, nature, oceans, love, trees
My magic carpet tonight
was rumpled and yellow
it didn’t take me very far
I couldn’t even get out
of the dreamy bathroom
the stars will have to wait
for another day
then we’ll fly across the sky
with piercing soft eyes
barefoot and wrapped
in my favourite green towel
I have been
throwing pebbles
into the pond
in an attempt
to communicate with you
no response so far
I am about to conclude
you are not at the bottom
of the pond
maybe one more toss
Another visit
from my old friend
pain
he brings a gift
of rose petals on the ground
I have been so concerned
about rose petals
on the ground
a reminder of the beauty
of the end of things
the jagged line across worn fabric
frayed at the edge of age
If something isn’t working
and you try
seventeen more times
thats enough
Memorabilia
of a lifetime
in a box
in the closet
fine dust
fine memories
then there’s today
Words will not save
the darkening sky
thoughts will not nourish
the parched dry earth
despair will not turn back
the surging tide
This morning
I missed the bus
and had to take a taxi
to the kitchen
the one who makes breakfast
is moving very slowly
I think when I check my email
I will unsubscribe the world
it’s a grey day
In the story the dragon
of anger and fear
belching smoke and fire
swallowed the world
but the next day
he had to spit it back out
you can have too much
of a bad thing
The theatre opens
and the automatic customers
file in
there is a ruffle and crunch
of excitement in the air
the feature today
includes a passionate exchange
between the dead people
their batteries are charged
they look like real humans
they breathe and talk
no one can see where they plug in
every night
they’ve been doing it for years
they’re good at it
I dreamed that ants
were dancing on the golden crown
of the ruler of the world
they believed they were taking a break
from writing the laws
of the land
no one told them they were too small
and they couldn’t write
you are what you believe
or not
daninmaya 