Health is a vital source
That eats our days
As autumn leaves fall
Into dewy grass
To begin yet again
A circle of life
So vital, again,
To our lasting health.
Tag: circle
Crispy Wallows (day 1593)
Crispy wallows and snakes following ancient trails down spirals, leading only to a perfectly spherical, blood-moon-packed dirt bubble where one thousand and one perpendicular lines scarred concave smoothness, remarkably resembling an eerie odessical scene of Labyrinth, David Lynch infused simplicity and snakes. With an omnipresent light leaving no shadows, even in such depths, that echoed with every heartbeat snaking it’s way downward, downward, downward until the downward was no longer downward but stuck in a simple sphere, simply circled as if snakes and ladders were suddenly trapped in an empty crystal ball bubbling with misunderstood and toppled (read:shook) reason that inhabitants were too impatient to digest, leaving perpendicular marks in frightened terror as retraced steps traced their snaking along ancient trails back into the under-root of an atmospheric tragedy they had become familiar with and called home.
Rolling Circles (day 1580)
I am beginning to observe this once again,
One two three one two three one two three.
And your elegance makes my romance
Waltz as a leaf in autumn’s light breeze.
Let this hand be lead for thee,
One two three one two three one two three.
And my pen write again because
Circles rolling down these widening streets.
“Late,” said the bus to a leaning signpost,
One two three one two three one two three.
And if recollections could be the bumblebee
Sun would soak yellow into sands of our memory.
Blurry Pictures (day 1579)
I’m sorry
I don’t know your mystery
As my endless powers
Magnify
Little corners of
Great entrapments
That circle fearlessly
Overhead
Banging into
A plethora
Of elbow sentences
And blurry pictures
That hover there
Opened to page 43
Flight (day 1548)
I cycled home as fast I could
To feel wind blow me good,
It circled around my ears and
Lifted me up just so.
As I rounded my last corner
Each pedal that I threw
Made me feel like a nimble bird
Dancing amongst a cloud
The saddest part was when I came
To a familiar door
Which my bronzing key fit just right;
My flight had come to end.
Cobblestones & Family (day 1454)
Laughing at imaginations that crisply punctuated my effortless circles of family, I crossed the path that led me to inevitability. It was here I sat down tired.
To my dismay, I was greeted by an understanding gesture that pickled my sentence with freshness beyond the cucumber, but all was not lost for I had a scapegoat.
Yet as I spoke my attention was caught, to which I followed down steps towards heavenly waterfalls to meet a pure maiden who took me by the hand and lightly led me across cobblestone walkways towards the utopia I had come to know and love.
So my imagination left me, and I was greeted by a hand of sincerity and kindness which knew my full name and hugged me as I came. I then carried on, for around me was family, and I was the same.
A Picture of Enjoyment (day 563)
Sounds of the night circle ’round and around like the flowering budgies that flap on through the night.
I await on the mantle, a picture of enjoyment.
Legs curve and the back bends forward, this is the pose of an elegant dancer. She walks and she hustles and she whispers in madness. She whispers secrets only lovers can handle.
Too late, I whisper, hunching my back and looking deep into the ceiling with elated joy. A fool only knows the answer after the call has been made.
Hope always exists, up here on the mantle. So much excitement and far to little action; the dancers they taunt me, the singers they enchant me.
I await on the mantle, as a picture of enjoyment.