the garden down below carries riches
small black birds beneath the basin
fall white snow leaves
shimmer of silver metal
together together
i can't help but modify
breaking even
that's where the tide comes in
closer and closer to my towel
the sun shimmers on the water
and surfers dance and fall
over the glistening mother
holding her mound
like a baseball player
and the small lonesome
fearful of crashing waves
slowly gets closer to fear
until it becomes fun
how come you wait so long
to speak
because I love to feel you kicking first
then I know you want me
to be free
Minimum of one dose of poetry a day for one year proves to keep all ailments of psychological and spiritual nature at bay. Dr. Melai
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Eating Past Time
oh past I eat you up
like frozen guava
stilled water
a night of nurture
and spooky fixations
on oh past
at my throat
you lurk with
gripping hands
and softer sensations
alarming me
to a present haste
a present tense
a finer taste
Oh past
like frozen guava
stilled water
a night of nurture
and spooky fixations
on oh past
at my throat
you lurk with
gripping hands
and softer sensations
alarming me
to a present haste
a present tense
a finer taste
Oh past
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