Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’
What was Walt Whitman talking about in Leaves of Grass?
What did he think and consider and open himself up to,
to go on and on with such colorful elaboration?
Phrase after phrase, all connected,
describes the American frontier differently.
I’m in love with it – the flowing river of inspiration.
I smell it when I travel to parts less familiar.
I see it in the faces of countless strangers.
I hear it in the turbulent murmurs around me.
Everyone has an accent, and it is amazing.
A cold breeze wisps wintry air,
slowly returning the cycle full.
It reminds me of the tree green cry
as autumn brings the summer’s ending.
Look how moved the wood is, still;
it changes in place while the others remain.
There will be sadness when received the water bill;
it’s drought will shed red, yellow, and brown.
Life is like a line.
It is a single line,
endless from beginning to start.
You can only see
as far as your horizon takes you,
and that is why the line is endless.
That line remains,
and only you make it move.
You can make it move
every time you make a decision.
Every time you deviate
from what makes you still,
in beautiful vibrations of life.
And so it began – the chaotic void of all space and time stirred,
and contracted, and breathed in explosive thought.
In a pop and a crack and a bang there was love, and love lived
in ignorant bliss. Space and time sat around love,
watched it grow, and had it do great things for them.
Over time, love spread across space and time to the point of infinity,
of near-motionlessness, and it was at this point that love grew lonely.
Time and space felt this longing for awareness and understanding,
and knew what love needed. Love needed life.
Love needed life to be loved.
Time and space had love create life,
and with sweet satisfaction, it gave birth
to the moons, the planets, and the stars.
The elements of life stirred and swirled in a universe of color,
and love no longer knew what it meant to be lonely.
Defining Traits help you Feel better than how you really look,
desire something that isn’t useful, so you can see what’s good in life.
Defining Traits limit creativity, But show everyone what’s real,
and describe everything that is tangible, so you know what is not.
Something isn’t everything but You don’t have to know that-
Everything is something with extra smidgens of detail that are called
Defining Traits. Defining Traits.
Think about it.
Sorry, we’re closed
our voice is heard, angry, closed.
We’re closed to opportunity, running
freely on a track.
Why are you so upset?
Nothing changes standing on your head.
You might as well increase your dexterity
before we open up again.
Think about the better days,
peaceful, lightly windy, dedicated.
Until then sorry, we’re closed.
Even the tallest trees
rustle freely in the wind.
Even when the wind dies down,
leaves vibrate memories.
Even when it sounds so peaceful,
silent conversations exist.