Samara

Samara Dec 2023

trying to listen
to you when you say
dream a little dream
to have reason to pray

i do have a dream
but quickly it turns nightmare
coming apart at the seams
when i ask to you stay
- - -
i find this nightmare
gets in the way
when i dream a little dream
just as you say

Samara Dec 2023

somewhere

a farmhouse delicately stands
in the center of town with no picket fences
so sheep can roam
and cows remain home
endless pasture- their own
as the herd dog commences
and the barn cat can relish its senses.

a post office next to the schoolhouse
where children play and tumble
around crisp autumn leaves
leaving all aside
except for the
apple in their hands.

in their absence i walk to you
weekly loaf in basket
to share and bear my heart:
your wisdom the balm
and your presence the calm
mending it back whole.

my cup you fill
from a *** of hot coffee
brewed as i arrived.
with you around
surely i can thrive
in the animal house that stands
in the center of town with no picket fences.

#dream

Samara Dec 2023

old friend

heavy sighs return once more
darkness prevails at day
still clandestine it must stay
for if i faced an inquisition
i'd be revealed a jester-
the sighs mechanical
& the darkness ephemeral.

what ever may be,
the sighs, however soft
& the darkness, however long
are rooted so deeply
fear and anger alone
keeping me alive & feeling.

Samara Dec 2023

warship named Peace

roams through waters
calm and stormy
its gears always churning
flashing the latest technique
devised by architects yearning
to be remembered as unique.

in simple praise
they call out to their creation
as it endlessly surveys:
Go! Bring Forth your Namesake!
but the name is long forgotten
and its fruits' just the same.
- - -
how can the warship be called Peace
when to stay alive, war is what it seeks

DoD

Samara Dec 2023

mosquito

i found a little mosquito
upon my palm
and in complacence
it found refuge
suckling on my skin
getting blood-filled drink
within my view

i let it stay
much to my dismay but-
there's nowhere i've got to be
and at least here
i'm of some use
as i stare at him
getting his fill

i now was afraid
the longer it stayed
of the plagues that it carries
or even just the bite
& itch that follows

i then began to wonder
as time dauntingly drudged
what if he was killed
as a sanguine vessel-
will it then splatter
on the murderer's palm
that suddenly becomes
painted by mine
or
is he just a little mosquito
getting his fill
?

Samara Dec 2023

no matter

what matter is it
the color of mine eyes
who open the world
with the aperture of light
and illumine all in sight

what matter is it
the size of my brain
who opens the world
with the transference of light
and the shadow of perception

what matter is it
the depth of my intellect
who opens the world
with the gravity of light
and the ability of thought

what matter are they all
who open the world
when they neglect the light
shining within my soul

Samara Dec 2023

insight

perfect little prose
shaped like a window
into our wandering soles
shaped by the steady soul
& muddied by the turning road