ETHEREAL THOUGHTS

POETRY OF THE DAY

 

MIND

Mind over matter

Where does it reside?

Where does it go?

 

MOTH

Moth flitters out

Sparrow takes off after

Nature cycles on.

 

TIDE

Ebb and flow

Life swells, subsides.

Water lives on.

 

TEXT

Constant contact

Society taps away

Life confirmed?

 

MONET

Butterflies dart

Across the quiet field:

Monet impression.

………………………………………………………………………..

 

CENTIFUGAL FORCE

The atmosphere is so depressing.

People mucking and grinding,

Which normally would speak well,

But their wallowing in the muck

Of social bullshit-meaninglessness.

Stuff of nothing, one could say.

When out there are those reveling

In beauty, meaning, sincerity.

Those are the ones for this guy.

The ones devoted too reality, to truth.

Pshaw, with ego’s and centeredness

Arrogantly revolving within yourself.

Give me simplicity, solitude of strength,

Always, in this one way train we’re on.

PICTURE IN A BOX

I’ll be a picture in a box

Under an old, discovered bible in a drawer in disarray.

Faded in gray and darkened white.

A smile today, as I think of that day to come,

When a curious grandchild explores my “things”.

Days after I have gone astray or whatever…………………………

 

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