As I watch
As I watch
(…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…
my body is the ocean
my body is the sea
instincts impulses shattering
fish swim in this water
bring back ME
in a heap of mowed grass
inquisitive brown tabby
leaps at the unseen…
One foot in front of the other,
Step in the mud
Will my footprint
Become a fossil – years
Past present future
From the mountain path
Bone dust & dirt
Life’s a series of dreams
Black Crow calling
I do prefer Inanity.
Casual attempts – Alchemy,
I lay no claims to Vanity;
Although my Acme’s Fantasy.
(P.S. I am not going to be rhyming for awhile! Back to Nature, and visual photographs, until I feel the urge to RHYME once more!!!!!)
Perhaps pleasing florescent Pigeons parade
Across mosaic patios to persuade
Tourists to buy throwaways in the arcade —
Rippling Rays within the branches leaves cascade —
I made many mistakes in life, a charade;
Curling around each moment, the cat stayed
Inside the domestic domicile and prayed
Asking the wind for a melody well played.