FLIGHTY IMAGINATION

harnessing never worked
there was always a hitch
the lid didn’t fit
there was less weight
they flew before you knew it
bringing back was a pain
look, i'm trying again!
there's a sentinel at the door
but sometimes he will snore
closed eyelids, there's sleep inside
and now by my timing i abide
take off once more!
life should have taught me lessons
your plate is full
speaking volumes already
trays overflowing
they're heavy already
but harnessing is hard
one thought leads to another
and i'm in full flight once again
to my imagination giving rein.

THE DOOMED LOVERS

He stood there leaning over,
With arm against darkened tree,
While she ran across, light and swift,
Anxious – and yet glad to be free.

He stood there admiring,
The golden sunset,
Yet turned sharply at the sound
Of her tinkling anklet.

Stopped short in full flight
She looked into his eyes,
Sheer joy of beholding!
And in his arms in a trice!

The Sunset and chirping birds,
Their charm failed to hold,
As she was his, and he was hers,
In their completed world.

And smiling understandingly,
The Sun did go down,
And gentle, smiling Moon cast spell,
In moonlight their love to drown.

The firmly rooted tree,
With protective branches, was their mother.
Guarding from wicked, grinning night eyes,
Them – made for each other.

Separating for a moment,
He said, “My precious love,
I’m sure no couple like us,
Forever and for now.”

“Yes!” she agreed heartily,
“How perfectly we blend!
Heart for heart! Soul for soul!
With nothing to amend!”

“Such a wondrous union I’m sure
In Heaven can’t be found,
If found, some flaw in them,
Some discord, I’ll be bound.”

“Oh dear! I do wonder,
What would happen then to us?
Should God look down and see our love,
And turn quite jealous.

Then such a rumble sounded,
That both looked up in fright,
The Heavens parted into two,
And lit up the dark night!

A lethal ray came flying,
And struck upon their head,
And within moments of their saying,
The lovers lay there dead.

ABI, WHERE ARE YOU?

abi, where are you?
i talked to you the day
i fell off the ladder
and sprained my ankle
i had to let you know
i was in pain
abi, you were there then
not saying anything
just being there
not holding my hand
just listening
abi, the rains are here
it's cloudy time
the baby crows are falling off the trees
i wish i could house them all
all i can do is put out some grains
abi, my ankle is fine
i jog everyday
abi, i can't lose weight
my thyroid troubles me
abi, how are you?
did i care
how you were?
or did i just talk about myself
all the time
abi, i know you're listening still
just let me know if you will
and maybe we'd catch up 
and stay in touch
me talking a lot!
you - not so much.

BRIGHTEST STAR

someone in a million

who has the same dream

just walked a step more

walked a mile more

walked even further

walked all the way

someone in a million

worked night and day

till someone had all the other stars outshone

and when we looked up, we looked at the sky

and said, "Oh my!

Look! a new star is born!"

PATTERNS OF COMPLETENESS

In a humdrum world

of human noises

we tango

A Give and Take

A Throw and Catch

A Yes and No

A This and That.

Moving apart

To come together.

The Sun, Moon, and Stars

Are some tunes

We dance to.

Falling is not a pain.

Bruises are not some hurts.

Thoughts and actions but

experiences.

Sometimes,

compatibility is a silence

and aloneness is a together.

Parting then too

is a stitch 

in the pattern of completeness

and letting go remains

another way to hold.

STILL RAINING...

I can hear the pitter-patter over the tiles 

of the small room that houses 

the watchman's meager belongings

the plop as a drop fell off my window pane

the gurgling through the pipes overflowing

someone is walking with gumboots

one step at a time

through the water pool that's accumulated

outside my front door

and I can gauge the amount of water 

by the sound of water between each step

how long it has rained 

by when the chorus of mating frogs begins

Ah, on this dark night

Rain my sole companion

curled up in bed

and from within the comfort of my blankets

I hear the pitter-patter, plops and drops

as it rains all night.