Why or Why Not?
I write because of
feelings inside
moist and pliable
remain unmolded;
my thoughts
my real feelings
too frequently unspoken
an inside expression
for recognition
whether good or bad
I am afforded thought
individual and different
often influenced by
passing tides;
I write because it
arouses senses
forcing words down
through a funnel
and only the finest
well chosen ones
appear from the bottom;
I write because of
cognitive process
during the day for
what I want it seems
can only be controlled
under superficial conditions,
creating anything chosen
that may help to relax
myself during the day.
Dreaming
how aimlessly moments float
sensationally secluded,
how unnoticed each day passes
with nothing real or remembered,
when annoying pranks stimulate imaginations,
when tenement shacks of thought
permeate the avenues of sleep
and we awake to find ourselves
drenched in the maddening overtures
of yet another fickle dream.
Effortlessly
thoughts twirl and swirl
dance in the wind preceding,
rhythms and illusions of rhythms,
illusions and movements of illusions,
movements and rhythms of movements,
formed by a vision to create a
of effortless execution flowing
from the music's memory
and through her eyes are gracefully
balanced before they arrive;
she knows where they will be
and the lights on the stage
and the wooden floors
become props for the viewer
when discerning tastes must
always match her perception.
Passing Days
down inside and drawn upon
opening a perspective
new and fashionable
not without a wrinkle
and all the final adjustments...
hardly a day passes when
answering her own questions
renewed acquaintances
touch underneath softly,
a notion of caring and
all her energy unfolds,
responsive yes...
but too innocent to have.
A Word
a word
an expression
threatens extinction
fly south on a
winter migration;
wings flap silent
outside the window
a silent
destination described
by a simple
word or phrase.
No comments:
Post a Comment