The Taunting Trickster
Twisted the truth...
He heartlessly
Sat silently seething
Smothering
Quite quietly
Utmost utterly
Stoically smooth!
Loki lingering
Leaving lopsided loops
The Taunting Trickster
Twisted the truth!

I know your out there
I can feel your presence!
"Your life force is very special to us"
Your consciousness shines
Brighter than the multitudes!

Your poetry is a conscious flow
You’re resonating
With the music of the spheres
You are firmly connected
There a good reason
That we are all here!

🙏
We know you're there
You're not alone
It time to post another poem!

Years ago
A pen was found
Its grip was blue
Slightly chipped

It wrote
Everyday on sheets, white
Flawlessly on the lines
Words did glide

It had a special place
Where it rested
After a long day
At the desk

Its home was warm
A wooden drawer
Strategically placed
Easy to fetch

Now it has been years
It longs to see the desk
At dawn
A practice now clearly gone

It lay still
In the wooden drawer
Cold and blue
Ink-less dry

I invented
My love for you
Out of leftover pieces
And broken parts
Yep...
I just gathered them up
In my empty hands
And shaped them into
An accepting heart!
Still...
I wish I would have loved you
From the very start!

Of course I can carry my own weight
And evidently the weight
Of others wonderful
Sedentary minded people...
...friends and relatives

But despite all the
"Passion"
I can muster up..

I cannot carry
The weight of the world!