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Anderson M Apr 2017
Subtle and quiet
Happens behind the scenes
Amidst the cacophony
Of a million and one processes,
And becomes apparent in instances
Like when one is on pins and needles
Literally and figuratively.
Anderson M Apr 2017
A wave’s born on the
Vast waters and it’s gone torn
From water’s surface

An entranced lone bee
Enthusiastically
Serenades flower.

Wind in deference
To the sun whistles softly
Paying staid homage

A trifle many
Things happen beneath our nose
That escapes notice.
Anderson M Apr 2017
To have peace of mind
In the palm of your hand
To twiddle and fiddle with it
Playfully, offhandedly
To throw it high up in the air
And to trust it to come back
To the fold of your palm
Like a piece of metal to a magnet
Simply and automatically.
Could this be the higher ideal?
Anderson M Mar 2017
When your mind’s
Utterly resignedly silent
What does it churn?
Mine...poetry
Anderson M Mar 2017
A honeyed voice that makes love
To musical notes, subtly, intricately, tacitly.
On the dance floor she defies gravity albeit adroitly
Moving rhythmically, sampling moves from a treasure trove
Of influences spanning continents and varied cultures.
Atmosphere’s charged, taut with electric tension
The audience’s jaws had long since dropped
At the fast sight of her and it’s interesting to note
That until the routine’s over
They’ll stay put, held in place
By a blend of magical hypnosis
And sheer eclectic energy.
Well one doesn’t need to be an art connoisseur
To appreciate art, can’t help but savor.
Anderson M Mar 2017
If reason was kind.
It wouldn’t allow people
To go to hell in handcarts
Whilst it sits by pretty and dolled up.
It’d go out of its way
Lend a listening ear
Offer its counsel FOC
It’d compel its narcissistic ego
To allow it to attend to people’s issues.
It’d come out of its ivory tower
To see what the world’s “really” like.
But methinks reason’s unkind.
It’d rather have its wits around itself
Than waste time availing itself to people’s thorny issues.
It’d rather have us be blind to it.
Anderson M Mar 2017
The length and breadth of her smile
Is a fascination for any creature of consciousness
Though am certain walking a mile
In her shoes is discomfiting and needs finesse
Of which she has in unlimited supply.
Light seems to bounce off her visage
To the world around her and there’s nothing wily
About her picture-perfect demeanor, it’s a privilege
To bask in her spellbinding presence.
The sound of her laughter’s a musical celebration
An orchestra of its own kind with a trance
Inducing effect, clearly an incredulity of staggering proportion
Her soul’s very much in crystal clarity detail a feather
A lifebuoy especially when am at the end of my tether.
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