What did you do
When the mountain found you
Rolling over the field
Like dust in the wind
Gone in pure sin
Said the tree in the copse
For the gorge that uproared
Cleared it’s throat
In a waterfall
And clamered all down to the pond
Jumped up the bank
To hide in a den
Till the moon
Slipped behind the horizon
Then as dawn broke again
The mountain awoke
And spied what seemed him a joke.
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Daisy (day 2871)
Inside the daisy
There spoke a new world
That lazily
Awoke embers
Alive sang their song
Alert their dancing legs
Two hold hands
And remembering distant lands
Two suns were their orbit
Sun One and Sun Two
Yellow golden hue
Inside the daisy
Every Day (day 2870)
Tonight’s sunset
Reminded me
How little time I have
To remind you
Every day
Is how I want to be
With you
Sidenotes (day 2855)
I wish I wrote sidenotes
In pages of books I’ve read
The dusty ones
I tried to identify smells in.
Messy sidenotes,
Illegible
Upside down
Sideways
Grammatically incorrect
Timeless.
Meanings they’d project
To change an entire trajectory
Of the book being read;
A side thought
To my sidenote.
Clever, but not obtuse.
Maybe a little obscene.
Rollin’ (day 2825)
Toothaches and pressure me
I must carry strong
Monday nights and wiffle balls
Seeds sewn in the sun.
Hold your hands
Awake for day
Breath so deep inside
Alert by sense.
Repetitive noise
Thump me in the good
Intended for busy eyes
True competition.
Found Free (day 2810)
To late, I am free
It’s happened again
You’ve opened up
I’m flying now
You’re wind upon my sail
Rested with a cockatoo
Who told me every tale
Which kept my dreaming
Flowing free
Found you here again
Climbing Cat (day 2794)
I watched you climb up to your perch
One I worried too high
But in your time
You found your way
Back down to my lap
To keep me warm as night did pass
For outside winds did howl
And night has set in upon us
Climbing cat, my friend.
Last Years Grass (day 2770)
Brown
Bent and folded
Dry
Fumes From Painting (day 2760)
Cleaned brush
Wall of essence
Slight twinge thy nose
Ode to Coming Spring (day 2759)
Oh deepest temptation
How you flirt with my soil
A thought of thaw, a hint of melt,
A sense of return to summers belt
But then a day so far away
Seems the Spring that once did hint
Now a freeze, frosty fence
Covering the land, so white.
Yet in my eager gait
I sense all soon to blossom
And maybe, too, I spy
A bird been gone a while.