The Wind Blows My thoughts To A Cat, Some Crows

 

A change came in on a strong southwesterly wind

moving thoughts around like the pointed leaves

on the holly bush just outside the bedroom window

(AND ALL MEANING WAS LOST)

A large murder of crows has claimed the tall pines

they speak loudly to one another, while

continually repositioning themselves among the trees

(IDEAS JUST PASSED ALONG)

My ten year-old cat seems content to quietly observe the wind

blowing through those bushes or some movement in the pines

before settling in on the chair’s cushion

(WHAT IS PURPOSE?)

We humans, with our big brains, just carry that weight

having no preordained path to instinctively follow

So, we flit back and forth through life, like the crows

in search of the highest perch; and as the wind

ceases to blow, we lose interest and simply circle down

like my cat, giving in to that long nap

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Flowering

The tiny seed knows its place

becomes well-rooted

before showing her face

Drawn to the beauty of light

she stretches upward

to live within its sight

She drinks deeply from the sky

every time it falls

to splash and land, nearby

Limited by what she knows

she lives her whole life

reflecting on sun’s glow

and yet, somehow, she grows

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dream Check

Last night I saw you flying

along a silvery moon beam

as I was busy tying

the loose ends of a dream

You appeared so completely free

portraying not a single care

I watched you soar above the tallest trees

wind blowing through your golden hair

The hands of time stood still

but yours spread gently with grace

While gliding down valleys and over hills

a radiant smile just covered your face

I felt a longing inside my chest

which pulled and tugged with all its might

It seemed a persistent unspoken request

to join you in your night’s delight

I couldn’t push the desire away

when all lately, cut deeper than a knife

so I accepted without the slightest delay

and flew into this dream of a conscious subconscious life

 

 

 

 

Change Of Heart

I forgive

though the texture of my heart

will never be the same

Once, it was so smooth and soft

back when I only knew

that I just wanted

to love all others

Now, I’ve learned that

such a pure simplicity

will constantly be challenged

when nothing in life

could matter more

But why couldn’t you

just let me keep believing

that the sweet pure spirit of love

 would insulate my heart

from any permanent damage?

A New Look At Love

False love comes in an array of guises

many of which affect our sight

but that which you allow to enter your heart

should make you and your world feel light

True love does not rip your soul apart

it simply fills you with joy, breath, and life

Revolve, Evolve

Round, round, round; outside, then in

so this revolving life does spin

all to the tunes of their coming in

Filling up, filling in

every space inside my head

until it weighs a lot like lead

mixed up with a bit of dread

from things said, to the things unsaid

just never what you had in mind

though like a love-lost fool, you’d pined

for the times before, left behind

when everyone seemed more of one kind

Round, round, round; inside, then away

leaving you sad-songed from the fray

Through the door to find the way

a bit dizzy, you pick up the day

Reverse Flow

You were the one

that floated away

from a pool of blood

to the warm salty ocean

You were the brave one

not even waiting to know

what sort of limbs

might be needed

You never wasted

a single moment on

thought of this world

as you gave yourself

to dying, before

your life began

Wherever your

spirit is now

I hope I can one day

find the stream

that will carry me

back to you