A little bit of Poetry
A single melody,
a single flower,
both transport me to another time.
Memories triggered of your crooked smile
and
the way your shoulders danced to the calypso beat.
Love is only stronger because with age has come
understanding.
They say you can’t escape your roots-
that’s just fine.
A zest for live, love, family, and nature with an undying sense of
adventure.
On Sunday we will have you back in our conversation.
The only tears will come from laughter-
that I promise you.
Even in the thickest of forests where you cannot decipher where one tree starts and another one ends there is a path.
A break in the intimidation, calling you to explore.
No footprints speak of those who have gone before.
You can only see just the beginning.
It can take you deep inside with nothing to promise.
Irresistible to you inner adventurer but more irresistible when it comes to your need to run away.
Go ahead, wander in for a moment or two.
If you lose your edge you can always turn back but remember your steps will not leave a mark.
Exhaustion overtakes creation.
What’s more important survival or exploration?
It feels unjust to choose-
Both lead somewhere, so at some point you have to pick a destination.
Anywhere, anywhere but here.
Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve this imagination of mine?
Must be a mix of something good, something bad, and a bit of something else.
Some days it stays at bay, other days it run rampant, never wanting to be caught.
Caught by the pen,
Caught by the page,
Caught forever by the reader.
It’s a hint but not quite a promise for what’s to come.
A future filled with a unique beauty. Part of the pack yet distinct to its surroundings.
Even the same roots and care cannot guarantee the same outcome.
The mystery of spring encompassed by each, an unlimited number of chances.
But what if one more freeze takes hold under the cover of darkness?
The bloom night not make it. Then again, it might just be more exquisite.
It’s the inherent risk of nature-
No beauty without sacrifice.
Spring brings with it longer days,
at least the illusion of more time.
Who doesn’t enjoy a good illusion?
Sync up to the sun.
A created happiness is
superior to
a demanded despair.
It’s only fake if you don’t believe it.
The pint glasses clink.
The shot glasses are slammed on the table.
Dance a jig-
Hug a stranger-
But beware of a green tongue.
Change the poem, change the perspective?
Soft white drift towards you,
Bleak yet beyond beautiful,
Find the hint of spring.
I am not sure how it’s still standing.
The wind, the snow, the neighborhood kids have all had their go.
Branches have broken- sometimes the leaves aren’t quite as full but the roots remain untouched.
Just another reason to envy nature.
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
An introvert's guide to the human experience
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