Tag: #poetry #amwriting #dreaming #imagination

Mimosa Times

Mimosa Times

If we meet at the place where the art is

Where our spirit thrills with joy

We can skip over eggshells

Avoid falling into holes

Tap to the music

Filling our souls

We can laugh at Mimosa Times

 

There’s no need to prove how good you are

How bad I am

How wrong it was

Sometime none of this will matter

Would your world be less when I am gone?

Will an echo of sadness fill my world?

I’ve lost two friends to desperate illness, whittled them away

I remember none of the drama, only the smile

The greatest teachers are the most difficult ones

Learn their lessons well

You’ll miss them when they’re gone

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I saw a pile of sand pouring onto the pavement

It looked like a lion, lounging

I drove through the night watching a triangle of stars

And thought it was an alien craft

I saw the crescent moon, luminous, ethereal

Like a slice of hope, mother of pearl, a beacon

In the midnight sky

 

I stare at hedges and I’m somewhere else

Faces of creatures and people live there

What do they see when they look at me?

And where do they go at night?

While I am sleeping

Do they come alive?

Or walk like the trees in the forest

 

The sun dances in a pool of light

I life my eyes and squint

Sprites fly in the sky

It’s the stuff we’re made of

Those silvery worms of life

Dancing together but never colliding

But wait

 

I thought I saw that lion move

And come to life

Imagine if it did?