This Poetry Thing

 

Let’s decorate the trees with words

The sky with all we feel

Wrap the clouds in

Ribbons of rhyme

No time to waste

This party must go on

Fill my glass with rambled thoughts

And grenadine

Slightly blended please

No distinction or lines

Interpretations are never defined

Inhibitions,  like confetti

Thrown carelessly into the wind

And we’ll laugh….

Because we know

This poetry thing is nothing more

Than everything we are and see

Know and live

Loved and lost

Perceive and paint

From the pallets of our soul

                             ~

Let’s dance along the moonlit path

Where neurons sparkle endlessly

Lighting the way for

Our wandering minds

To now and then

And why and when

We’ll rig a jig  jig

Stepping to the beat

Of our hearts

Open and wounded

Flowing or frozen

In time

And we’ll laugh….

Because we know

This poetry thing is how we breathe

Or catch our breath

Between the gales that be

Dogmatically chanting

Secretly ranting

A slow release of our minds

~

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The Tree Replied

 

Don’t mind if I blush

In red maple shades

As you fumble for words

To honour my grace

 

Roots entwined deeper

Than sorrow in hearts

Arms that reach taller

Than dreams you impart

 

My beauty eludes me

But still you admire

Remember, my love

When you’re feeding the fire

 

Abhra at dVerse Poet’s Pub inspired us to bring trees to life. This was my response to the prompt.

Related post:  https://mishunderstood.wordpress.com/2013/08/05/tree-killers/

 

 

 

 

Musings of a Traveller

Does this blur have a beat?

My journey, my song

Is unwritten

Notes on pages

Lines on roads

Tarmac, tat-a-tat

Feeling kind of sick of that

Let me hear the wind

Drumming on mesas

Harmonizing layers

Of earth and sky

Tumbleweeds will try

To rock and roll my soul

And clouds can dance, you know

Written for dVerse Poet’s Pub

This week for dVerse Poetics, our prompt was the “rhythm of the road”.