13.3k views, 2xBest Poetry Period. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind. |
Some float down as if from heaven, twirling, mating with the air, bouncing on the invisible mattress, slow spin back and forth to meet a calm green scene fading, present to onlookers like me. Some tumble through like wild gymnasts frolicking, colliding with hard earth, dancing about obstacles on their course, hyper join a swarm of mates to meet a village of cloistered inhabitants fading, appear before bystanders like me. Some take their time, as if mother won't let them mature, hanging lonely, a child absent after recess crying for a purpose in this late season, fear natural selection to pluck them from despair, cloy for her arm, hide in her nest, never to meet true heaven on earth, feed sorrowful eyes of witnesses like me who long to join you, and you, or you, but serve this perch by the window, now or for eternity. A dull heart fears go out to play, as if some final day leaves, in life viewed this way. 8.15.21 Cued up a song, thinking I'd blog about a basketball life at the YMCA and was disturbed by other thoughts, also cued up and ready to roll. |