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Friday, May 13, 2011

True Serenity


Still like a flower on a windy day.
Calm like a lake on a stormy afternoon.
Silent like an ocean beneath a hurricane.

True serenity arises from within.

1 comment:

  1. Dr. MikeMay 14, 2011 at 12:38 AM

    The Sway

    Because of a wind, branches
    Crackle the clouds. The sway
    Unbalances nests, as ground

    Shifts its liquid plates, and funnels
    Ravage small towns. The sway
    Away from the draw in oblong

    Trajectories, quarks doing double
    Duty, slackening tension, wobble
    A top off its spin or the earth

    Outside space. What dissuades
    Emotion is that fake moon
    Above the tides, sympathetic

    To the perfect screech of gulls,
    Whose wing span is measured light
    Filtered through time. The sway

    Turns everything upside down.
    Its inner ear unbalanced, its mind
    Unable to identify what is heard

    [Disposable Poem Saturday May 14, 2011]
    Dr, Mike

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