Seesaw’s and Mechanical Pony’s

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What happens when we cannot levitate any longer.

For when that disability begins,

it is our past playing hide and seek.

What happens when our memories of seesaw’s and mechanical pony’s come crashing down,

in an around our bare, to all, feet.

Only to be relinquished by a present we will not believe.

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How soon to the realization that we are all approaching something…

If not,

we are leaving it behind.

You don't fool the animals. Everyone knows, humans can't levitate.
You don’t fool the animals. Everyone knows, humans can’t levitate.

Definition of Levity:

High in spirit.  Lightness of soul

 

A daydream within a dream

Cry the Languid

 

Sometimes, I wonder too much…if I wonder too much.  Live life within a dream.  Or, at least, a daydream.  

How lucky am I?  To look up, as well as, down.

As if my grievance with nature is that of anxious inspiration.

As if these walks were cheap snippets of temptation.

 

“You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.”
Edgar Allan Poe

Curiosity’s Oddity

 

In the midst of thunderous gale.

A noose is loosened.

Dislodged from a ceiling.

Where the lead is chipping and peeling.

 

Stones, previously marked with similar name.

A pastime of clientele hanging on shame.

The obliged have always wondered.

Can you cremate pain?

Thus, hold onto dignified days,

and their remains.

 

A participant of curiosity’s oddity.

I, too, have queried…

What remains of the day?

And,

All the protocol that stands in the way.

 

Stood Humble

‘Heed the screams.’

Flee the fall.

The spindly woods, tell all.

 

At first sight,

I had been blissfully, unaware.

Then within a moment’s hesitation,

one lone oak became a pair.

For miles, the blistering winds had admonished an earthy speech…

in my muffled ear.

Without understanding,

I only listened for the cautions they longed for me to hear.

 

All surrounding sounds and, alike,

its scenarios…stumble.

While my wishes were the wind-swept tress…

The ground rumbled…stay humble.

Organic Manicure

Earthbound melody.

Sifting thru the rust and the budding weeds.

This is the place to be when wonder begins to seed.

Rummaging, romping, romantics of the forest.

Decadent in their delivery.

Seeking clustered acorns

and

spurs of last year’s wood.

Never any thought to…rest assured.

Organic manner of giving the land a manicure.