Leprechaun

The day started with little laze,

wondering if it’s the same roof under

which I started giggling.

I was lost in something gazing at the trees

visible through my window.

Why Poetry ?

I am the door that opens when others close.

Tracing our Foot-path

I am your ease. I am your strain.

Feeling Umwelt

Hemmingplay

Some days it’s all about limitations,
And while it’s no use complaining,
That’s never stopped me before.

I feel like a blind man living inside a kaleidoscope;
A glutton with but one taste bud left;
A monk who’s forgotten what he knew of God;
A tin-eared drunk waking up just as angels
burst across the heavens in song.
I’m a coma patient wrapped in wool,
strapped in a closet in a blackened room
in the back of the basement.

Witch’s Brew

Look inside the cauldron
We’ve something here for you
Stir and stir, we must you see
To make this witch’s brew

Oracle of Life

Priestess of the emerald wood

Shrouded in nature’s mystery

Branches reach to seek and find

A gentle beauty, strong and free

Choices

Shall I climb this tethered vine?
Will it lead me to the sky?
Trust its strength to hold me
And carry me up high?

Visions Overlooked

Magic words reveal themselves

From pages of a book

Written once, so long ago

These visions overlooked

Famously Unknown

I write to spill my dreams
Upon the blank pages of life
I write to tell my stories
To release an inner strife

Winged Flight

The fantasy does come alive

As fairy wings about do fly

Swept Away

Seduction
By the light of the moon

Broken Vow

Washed away with the tide
Memories of him still abide
On the shores of yesterday

Diadem – Sonnet IV

 

Listless Magic Singing within the Gilded Cage,
It’s Golden Bars A-shimmer in Secluded form,
Like Fortune Standing Mute Upon a Stage
While Blind and Deaf Parishioners to it swarm.

Simple Beauty

Simple Beauty
Shimmering Bright
Quiet Pleasure

Of Us All

Unseen, but somewhere

Between sky and earth

The sound of a blind, heavy plane –

Born of one,

Belonging to neither –

Grumbles at both.

Embracing Typhoons

 

Frustrated with these barren crags of thought

I leap beyond to those clear, still waters.

Poised for a splash with unending ripples

but slipping in smoothly in tranquil hush.

Blocked in by mirrors I so long wished for

only to find the reflections putrid.