a journey of awareness
MazesHazy yellows amaze solaceAs words, each its own beauty,Skinny-dipping in the blueSwath of an Arkansas heat.Anew, and always askew,Attentive to any breeze,Shrubs bristle crooked fingersDripping with red leaves.What’s for the always newBurial of the forever past,In all this ruckus, calamityFloods and levies collapse.Decades losing bone marrowAre shortening their stalks,Becoming caves drawingsOf a good hunt for memory.Whatever the way, in or out, Logs can pound an enemy,Or soften the meat, or bruiseA wall with blood images.[Disposable Poem May 9,2011]Dr. Mike
It was Mother Jones who said, "Sit down and read. Prepare yourself for the coming revolution."
Mazes
ReplyDeleteHazy yellows amaze solace
As words, each its own beauty,
Skinny-dipping in the blue
Swath of an Arkansas heat.
Anew, and always askew,
Attentive to any breeze,
Shrubs bristle crooked fingers
Dripping with red leaves.
What’s for the always new
Burial of the forever past,
In all this ruckus, calamity
Floods and levies collapse.
Decades losing bone marrow
Are shortening their stalks,
Becoming caves drawings
Of a good hunt for memory.
Whatever the way, in or out,
Logs can pound an enemy,
Or soften the meat, or bruise
A wall with blood images.
[Disposable Poem May 9,2011]
Dr. Mike
It was Mother Jones who said, "Sit down and read. Prepare yourself for the coming revolution."
ReplyDelete