Deep mind diving, navigating by sun,
shapes obscuring star, shallows cloud surface,
time transparent space, regain knowledge place.
Lights brighten dark wilderness nights, fires heat cold sunless days…
but Earth’s still better off without our trashy ways!
rewarder, re-war/ord-er, reorder
We do things for reward, either pleasure or ambition.
If we’re getting either or both, we keep doing them.
Then, at a time perhaps unnoticed, it becomes natural.
We are now in the last month of the inaugural full mistYmuse winter light festival. brightening up the northern hemisphere’s traditionally most difficult months.
mistYmuse Special
Spring seems to have arrived early, with some warmer than average sunny weather the last fortnight, although its forecast to return to normal midweek.
Here’s a little anagrammatic poem-philosophical thought, using the letters I-a-s-s-u-m-e on three lines; something like the 121 reflections in my second poetry collection.
I assume
as I muse
I amuses
Marc Latham’s new Folding Mirror poem was inspired by looking at greenery swaying in the divide between two roads; lit by sun shining through clouds to create warm spring air.
Mirror Poem
The poem echoes one of his earliest Folding Mirror poems, created after seeing a similar scene in a field of barley, and posted on fmpoetry five years ago this month (available from link above, or by searching field barley).
Cihuatecayoti was chosen out of the many world wind gods as it mirrored Cinderella the most.
Winding Between, Two Roads
where was the wind
before now
had it already inspired
thoughts, dreams, wonder
beating
tender hearts
Cihuatecayoti remembered
mind refreshed
riding the magic, blades green grass
march awoken
Cinderellas released
captivity ceased
creating
tribal, dance, writing
other planets have breeze
similar chemicals
is their reaction poetry
mistYmuse 