To citadels of knowledge; a pen – the fortress key, To guardians of truth; the sharp tip of clarity. Faithful companion in heart-pouring silence, Pen-sive oracle to the scribe’s creative process. Inspiration’s quill inked in imagination’s woods, The mortal immortalizing instrument of words.
It was Morse code that awoke the dreamer. A pleasant dream it was too, no screamer. Of reading a book by candle light in an old shanty shack. A babbling brook outside and silent crickets chirping, back to back – for all dreams are soundproof you know – to this wisdom there’s no lack. TheContinue reading “Morse Code – A Poem”
If we could hear rocks sing, What arias to our ears bring. Would they join nesting birds a cappella, Or, praise and worship alleluia. Or, roll with hip hop legends, Lip-syncing timeless ballads, Of history before time began.
Miners of fluid amber, enchanted winged charioteer. Keepers of the queen, buzzing smoke of the pasture. Royal commissioned wax-maker to cones of ambrosia. Winged jewelers carving floral tears into golden treasure.
Wouldn’t it be nice to visit the garden art gallery, Plum for fine fruit, captured by Monet and Dali. Admire smiling rose bushes, the Mona Lisa of hedges, Train climbing cucumbers, The Thinker of veggies. Paint peaches like Monet, pears like van Gough, And, sculpt strawberry fences into Venus Di Milo. This familiar oasis sketchedContinue reading “The art gallery – A Poem”
In the far under kingdom of Peat, Annelida of the turf advance unit, Wormed her way in the grottoes, To fend off the army of Antophicloes, Threatening to devour the tomatoes. She dons her invertebrate armor, Sheaths her sword named tuber. And, rallies her Eastern troops into rows, Under the ripen vines of tomatoes. WithContinue reading “The under kingdom – A Poem”
A not uncommon noontime occurrence, Visceral storms pirouette in the distance, The once vibrant sun cloaks in darkness. Sweeping in from nowhere in the visible spectrum, Strong winds dispatch the ominous vortex to Elysium. Once threatening torrent, now wind-kissed noontime rain. Locals accustomed to this magical phenomenon, Siesta to a water pitter-patter lullaby refrain.
Floor of the world, cradle of the once Eden, Mortal molten cauldron birth life’s fertile terrain. Nursery blanket of life, nurturer to seeds sown, Shroud to mysteries of generations unknown. Its ancient texts, the alphabet of organic matter. Its sinew, the mortar of pyramids, huts and skyscraper. Ten thousand hyperbole from the topsoil of imaginationContinue reading “Dirt – A Poem”
Accelerating and twirling like a cosmic dancer, Your magnetic moves, inertia orbiting the solar. You gracefully tip toe cha-cha-cha to the speed of velocity, As particles swoon at the sound of your pulling personality.
Wouldn’t it be great, To have a fly as a pet. Perhaps name it Jet. Carry it for walks on a leash of white thread. Prepare its food, a morsel of sweet bread. Sure to be the talk at the dinner table, Spinning its daily adventures into fable. Perhaps it might become famous, On FlyogramContinue reading “The fly – A Poem”