When the mind awakens, the world comes alive,
But when the mind falls asleep, so does the world,
So who makes the world, this star studded tapestry we see?
Is it not the world crafted by our minds?
The universe takes shape within our minds.

crack of light
distant star

bridging gaps
flash!
poets words.

sometimes led by youth
often long dead poets

a harsh unforgiving drought
imprisoned within silence

a song begins singing in unfathomed depths
where before there was only soundless darkness

words break bread
and serve wine

a poet breathes in celebration
forgetful of unmitigated dryness.

jinxed at every turn
cursed it seemed
to constant failure

taking to the open road
a coming alive
of mind, heart and soul

how exquisite is my sky today!
rosey and white cloud-banked around
her smile
her ever-present smile
sun-brightened
twittering
moon-brightened
humming
how lovely is my sky today!
bears love her
buffaloes move under her
winds scrub her cerulean eyes clean
storms race past her
pushing beyond her domed curve
to the sea
cloud-ridden, she lets them win
how precious is my sky today!
a treasure at the end of the rainbow
a ray of hope for all
is my sky today!


c. 2023 Roberta Compton Rainwater