MY BLACK AND WHITE WORLD

In the hall of a black and white photo
Doors open, shadows invite dreaming “SO”.
Like the wind, the black birds fly one and all
Casting shadows on my living room wall.
On searing hot days green grass looks yellow,
But within a tree’s shade, heat will mellow.
Contemplating the dark between tree limbs
Creates, within me, meditative vim.
As I watch birds gliding across the sky
Their Silhouettes, their Style, inspires me – FLY.

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THE RIDDLE

In the grass, alas, I see an old shoe.
Will the dew destroy this artifact’s glue?
And what’s the background, what’s the story;
looking for the footwear’s allegory!
Sunlight in the grass makes the dew glitter
and the eyelets in the old shoe shimmer.
Are those teeth marks I see in the leather?
Was this a chew toy for a dog’s pleasure?
Oh tell me the answer, for which I will wait
to find out what happen to this shoe’s mate!!!

DESCENDING (revised)

When a submarine’s ballast tanks fill with air it is a buoyant bird “floating” floats, when those tanks fill up with water, the submarine, “the bird” dives into water…

When I close my eyes and breath in, breathe out, oxygen, carbon dioxide, I repeat I repeat, deepening, descending, meditating, and floating. 

Am I diving into a kind of water?

Twitching his nose, the rabbit furiously digs into the Earth, his claws sharp, he burrows, he disappears, he hides, and he is quiet.  (How does the rabbit breathe while tunneling no shovel, just him…?)  The same but not…

 

WHAT’S THE ANSWER (a rift)

(…hats off to Bob Dylan and his song, Blowin’ in the Wind…)

How many revisions must I walk down
searching for the metaphorical crown?
How many seas must a smart-ass seagull skim,
before basking in the tide’s baneful brim?
Yes ‘n’ how many times must a squirrel scream
before I FINALLY get what it means?
The smell of flowers is drifting in the wind,
disrupting the monologue in my mind…