Showing posts with label jingle poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jingle poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Clouds

Nebulous future
floating, moving
time and space
imagination's eyes
creating shapes
clouds the sun
may break
or chose
to become rain
precipitating hope

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In the past my calendar would have reflected the busyness and excitement of life that awaited me. My life flowed in response to work and social appointments that deluded me into thinking they were inherent to my identity. I know who I am a little better now. My "prestigious" roles (profession) and activities have been stripped away and I have discovered more of my core self.

Life has taken a turn I never could have conceived - me staying at home, caring for two old ladies. But there are so many things in my life I never dreamed of - most of them I perceived as good. So today, though my future is nebulous, I dream of the shape it could take. Perhaps life still hides some spectacular surprises for me. Most of all though, what I am learning is about my responsibility to live fully and squeeze the rain out from those clouds.

I hope life has wondrous surprises for you too and that you squeeze those clouds.
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Submitted to Jingle Poetry and Poets United.

Monday, December 13, 2010

INSOMNIA

Sleepless, thoughts plunged into inkwells of night splashing
darkness. Impossible that dawn enlightens souls lost,
wanderers like me, caught in a web dipped in crazy glue... stuck,
within immobile motion, pulling down.

Pointless to sleep if upon awakening...nothing exists
really - only illusion recycled, a tumbling void, artificial
life pretending. Finally, warm milky curtain fell, comforted,
dimmed and transformed nocturnal torment to dreams.

Now, the lucid light of day glows, consciousness
illuminating. Bleak darkness of night forgotten, irrelevant.
Immersed within ... this mystery again, passionately
seeking substance, following my bliss...I write.

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Submitted to Jingle Poetry.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Tiny Little Globe



I fell up
through a hole in the sky,
tumbling.
Landing amidst creatures so strange
perplexing.
A tiny little globe perceiving
colors astounding.
Textures, structures, fabrics
brilliantly mixing,
deceiving.
Tiny minds
yearning.


On unknowing clouds
I floated, innocently
watching
particles melding.
Separation turned One,
opposites annihilating.
From such intricate fantasy
awakening, I knew
reality's dream
stumbling, falling
on the little globe.
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