I enjoy playing with the poems of other authors, never because I can do it better but because by removing or adding a word we can see the process.
Poetical Musings
A little bit of Poetry
Down Stream
The power is overwhelming to my senses.
The sound it makes as it crashes into or crushes everything in it’s path reverberates inside of me.
To hitch a ride or to fight, the decision isn’t as simple as it appears.
For years I would have run away.
Afraid of the cold,
Unsure of the pressure,
Captivated by the other shore.
My lungs quiver in anticipation. My souls knows there’s no other option.
First a tie,
Then my legs,
The current embraces me to the next destination.
Outside my Window
Fall is coming, all that was lush and green will fall under death’s trance.
A temporary respite from the living. A momentary invitation to dance in death’s shadow.
Does nature get a chance to know what lies beyond? Is that why it fights so hard every spring?
If given the choice to know all, to have all the mysteries revealed I’d fight like hell.
No mysteries- No satisfaction.
Title Poetry 7.29.15 (5)
A Poem Can Be Found Anywhere If You Take The Time To Look:
The beautiful and the damned,
are on the road,
as Dharma Bums,
looking for the end,
in the garden of the beasts.
Rope Lights
Sometimes even the light needs support.
Nothing more solid than an old tree firmly rooted along the riverbed.
It offers a platform, a blank canvas for the light to manipulate.
With each passing moment the sun sets further to the west allowing the light to come to the forefront.
Then and only then,
If and only if
you are willing.
The sparkle will show the unrepeatable contours of the bark.
Easily missed but it’s shelter allows for everything else.
Never underestimate the shell in nature, or
in you.
Haiku 7.15.15(3)
Keep walking uphill.
On the horizon is worth.
Find the next incline.
Poem 7.1.15 (2)
Words can capture the essence but they don’t bring about understanding.
I keep thinking, it’s the definition of insanity.
I can’t help it, there’s a bit of crazy in these genes.
Maybe tomorrow,
Maybe never.
I’ll pick up the pen anyways to try and explain all the things you do to me.
After I figure it out,
I’ll teach you how to read.
Each Day
Each day when I wake up I know there will be a path waiting for me.
Some days I get to chose it, others I don’t.
Today was smooth but tomorrow can’t promise me anything.
Sometimes I walk along the edges in hopes of seeing something, anything.
Each night when I go to bed I close my eyes dreaming of the one path I can’t find.
As long as my eyes open each morning I will go to bed hopeful.
In the meantime I will enjoy the walk.
Haiku 6.11.15(3)
Summer flirts with ease.
Flowers offered with a promise.
My heart is your prize.
Park Bench
It’s an interesting place to sit.
Not a place where you can watch the people meander along.
No it’s a place that forces you to look inside.
The serenity at the top of the mountain allows for peace within.
Negativity evaporates into the sky to be lost forever.
Possibility like the view appears to be endless.
Too bad benches like this don’t appear in front of me more frequently.
Take me back one more time.
I just need five more minutes.
I just need.
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 