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Category: poem a day
Richard Rococo Leon Bowsky (day 884)
I find myself floating along on this delightful day
Lost without being lost, happy without a cause
Joyfully munching the highest of acacia leaves
To quench my hungry appetite
After all, living as the tallest terrestrial animal
Requires a quite unique palette
But all this jibber-jabber
You’ll have to excuse me and my manners
How does the sun shine on you today?
The Flood (day 883)
Passion floods my blood soaked eyes
Laying dormant towards the sky
Fallen lifeless amidst debris
All life has ceased to be with me
For fuel once burned deeply within
A heart so true; nearly sin
That clogged the eyes searching about
Destined for truth, a heavy clout
Long had land been free to me
To wander about in unbound glee
Drained clean this heart of all its blood
To life that guides on in an empty flood
Mind, Soul, Body (day 882)
To lose is time
To sing is drown
To laugh is lost
Wither my mind
To hard is cruel
To long is wish
To watch is hope
Uncover my soul
To wash is dirt
To hunt is life
To feed is health
Deliver my body
Fraying Moors (day 881)
For the day I went away
My eyes they didn’t say
I never wanted to be yours
Alone in soul with unkept moors
Our love sent into fray
Passing By (day 880)
Perhaps I shouldn’t have heard it
Ears pierced forever more
That lay me down
To press me round
Into oblivion
But who was I to say it nay
To say it wasn’t right
For passing by
As I was high
Hardly did I note
Say it is true that now I sit
Wondering what then went on
It wasn’t mine
To kill the time
Gone my piercing truth
Dots (day 879)
Scrambling dots keep racing around my pages
Looking for soft spots to rest a while
Occupy the spaces of an unsymmetrical order
Confused and impressed upon
Distraught and unevenly spread about
Fly Southward (day 878)
Audible melodies yell out to me
From browns and yellows and oranges
And decay coiling around the forest floor
Waltzing in a downward spiral
Escaping grasping tops of trees
Shedding for coming seasons
And Orchard grass spreading seedlings
About the popular field surrounding
Swept about by gusting winds
Tickling the noses of passing strangers
While squirrels burrow deeper
Birds fly southward
And sun sets earlier
Dust Settles (day 877)
And the roofs came down
Inward, sinking
Swallowing everything whole
Begetting darkness
Stillness in silence
When the dust settles
White Paper (day 876)
Symmetrical hearts drawn on white paper
Dispersing clouds like a magical piper
Holding my shaking hand
More hearts in the sand
While slowly letting my heartbeat taper