poetry pretty Facebook 5

Nice for no reason in any season, summer has it all, elevated to great heights before precipitous fall, recoiling winter to spring

Dead rain don’t kill, without rain won’t grow;
ground grows thirsty;
thirty my point of no return, at fifty learnt silence is fun!

Flooded brain can’t change, chained rain, washing life away, railroad track oblivion, horizon destination, no stops, sleeping lots

Feeling heavenly high notes,
see sunlight lighten dust motes,
memories of last year leaves photosynthesising raw connotes

We’ll never naturally fly, on wings of evolution,
but we can glide or drop, on constructed substitution,
bird’s eye view solution

The above Facebook 5 were written to keep poetry alive…
and for colourful backgrounds on Facebook!

mental dragon, hidden talent

Blog post title wordplays Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon movie.

For those who made it thus far, here’s your bonus poem!… and more coffilosophy!:

11.35: The sun wakes up;
emerging from cloud covers.
It hasn’t got its hat on today
but seems ready to play.

I write as an insect keeps scurrying,
leaving a trail of letters:
provoking wrath as evidence of my path;
mortally wounded but driven on
by something built into it.
We can see it happening with our
human brains and eyes,
but don’t know what its thinking.
Maybe something can see
us the same way, running around
destroying our world, thinking we’re
of some use.
Maybe they think they know how to help
us, but don’t think they should intervene:
disrupting nature etc.

2 for 1 poetic comedy genius bargain bin

Birds exiting clouds on high
resembling heavenly forests of sky
provided last remembered sigh:
mental exclamation of ‘My oh my’!

‘Smoke on the Water, a fire in the sky’ adapted for sleepolution:
Sleep on the Water, a lilo in the pool…