—Public Domain Photos
LIFE TAKES A COURSE
I look up
You take a course.
You are no more
The sunken sky
That doesn’t rain
Happiness.
We,
Us,
From
I and
You.
Being with you
Is a contemplation.
It gets real
Like the music of footsteps
Which is actually a dance
Accompanied by a piano.
I look up
You take a course.
You are no more
The sunken sky
That doesn’t rain
Happiness.
We,
Us,
From
I and
You.
Being with you
Is a contemplation.
It gets real
Like the music of footsteps
Which is actually a dance
Accompanied by a piano.
WORDPLAY
The mediocre thoughts
Fly like ravens
In the darkest nights.
I put on the smile
Like the first full moon
In the sky.
Your thoughts follow
Like leadless wanderers.
I kiss the bosom of wonder
To wake up
From your spell.
Being me,
I take up one more voyage
To the town of words.
One day has arrived
When simplicity is the face
That hides no nature.
The wordplay is a commotion.
The mediocre thoughts
Fly like ravens
In the darkest nights.
I put on the smile
Like the first full moon
In the sky.
Your thoughts follow
Like leadless wanderers.
I kiss the bosom of wonder
To wake up
From your spell.
Being me,
I take up one more voyage
To the town of words.
One day has arrived
When simplicity is the face
That hides no nature.
The wordplay is a commotion.
LET ME BE
The sunken boat,
The traveling feet,
The river that weeps alone.
I need to find my trace
From the rupture.
You are in my imagination
And in my reality.
This is a drugged life
Where abstraction is addicted
To the core.
Don’t kill the mediocrity
Without acknowledging it.
I have been praying
By the river
Which gets more sacred as it rains.
I watch the river get full.
Your face in the mirror
Fills my reflection.
The sunken boat,
The traveling feet,
The river that weeps alone.
I need to find my trace
From the rupture.
You are in my imagination
And in my reality.
This is a drugged life
Where abstraction is addicted
To the core.
Don’t kill the mediocrity
Without acknowledging it.
I have been praying
By the river
Which gets more sacred as it rains.
I watch the river get full.
Your face in the mirror
Fills my reflection.
WALKING FORWARD
I keep on searching for
Something that cannot be found.
It is locked in ancient caves.
It is hard to pretend
When you hear the music
Cutting you like
Two lovely pieces
Of joy.
The footmarks show the way
They lead,
Even though they are just
The past
That travelled the same road.
I find the mirrors of duality
And caves of sadness.
I pick up the stone
To begin my hunt.
Give me a firework
To celebrate my sky.
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Today’s LittleNip:
We are like fireworks…rising, shining and finally…scattering and fading. So until that moment comes when we vanish like fireworks…let us sparkle brightly…always.
―Tite Kubo, Bleach, Volume 20
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—Medusa, with thanks to Susant Thapa for fine poetry today!
…to celebrate my sky…
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Northern California and otherwheres,
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in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
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in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Poets’ bios appear on their first MK visit.
To find previous posts, type the name
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Would you like to be a SnakePal?
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that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
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