Curiouser
And
Curiouser
I follow you
down
down
down
Into the most
Odd little world of
Madness and magic
Jubjub and Jabberwocky
Red-painted white roses;
Such a beautiful adventure
I have only dreamt about.
Still I'm bothered by how,
Even in a place like this,
You only think of the time.
My dearest white rabbit,
I would truly hate to see
All of Wonderland
go and
pass
you
by.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
A lioness roars ferociously
in my feline heart
She claws up my throat,
and tears open my mouth
Then jumps out,
and slinks across the plains
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
you dont just wake up one day
and recover
but you can just wake up one day
and choose to recover
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC
I grow out of the child-
a curious bud unfolding
its peculiar petals to become
a wistful bloom.
The child does not grow
out of me-
it stays there, planted
in the soil of my heart;
a reminiscent seed.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
Next time what I'd do is look at
the earth before saying anything. I'd stop
just before going into a house
and be an emperor for a minute
and listen better to the wind
or to the air being still.
When anyone talked to me, whether
blame or praise or just passing time,
I'd watch the face, how the mouth
has to work, and see any strain, any
sign of what lifted the voice.
And for all, I'd know more -- the earth
bracing itself and soaring, the air
finding every leaf and feather over
forest and water, and for every person
the body glowing inside the clothes
like a light.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone
enough
to truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world, yet not small
enough
to be to you just object and thing,
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up,
to be among those in the know,
or else be alone.
I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everyday jug,
like my mother's face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall.
If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your head
If you were one inch tall.
You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--
'Cause I'm just one inch tall).
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC