There's crumpled papers, ripped apart teared to shreds lying scattered on the floor I've been here all day trying to fold and fold paper, over and over by itself My hands are starting to get sore Floating paper mache's near the water, too been there all day. Paper crane, where are you going? don't leave me here in this disarray Paper icicles, piercing as it might. Paper... all paper the village, the people, the cars So lovely. A land of peace. Dare be no fright I loom over the sight I shaped this all! Might i be pleased oh this feels so right A paper village I created, oh what a sight! - Paper faces, wearing a mask on a parade villagers don't leave me now not ever as you go on and celebrate today your lands will only grow bigger All will be okay. So long you don't wash away, nor flee the village i'd shaped in the center of this disarray ◊
creases streak the mandarin squares
cool crisp paper that reminds me of the way you fold your collars right out of the dryer the way you tuck loose strands behind my left ear when I'm not looking "when will you stop folding origami, silly goose, the window sills are full of these little birds you make." your inquiry about my little ritual makes me beam as I know in my heart I will fold a crane with the glimmery glory of each sunrise, the light being as constant in my life as your love 900 little cranes smile back at me
Origami paper boy
Your paper is pulled too thin, I see the cracks and creases They let the darkness in. Don't you fear the rainy days, And the wind that pulls your heart? Do you fear the idea That your paper days won't last?
My pigeon army
Made of paper Some big Some small You'll never count them all I make them when I'm empty I make them when I'm weak I make them when I'm running on little sleep for a week I make them when I'm unhappy I make them when I can't feel Anything good or real Blank or lined I use what paper I can find Then I fold Then; behold! A pigeon of paper Some big Some small You'll never count them all I fold and fold My arms are filled as I hold My little creations Bringing me a slight smile But they just sit with me for a while So, I do what makes me truly happy; I give them away To others who could use something to brighten their day And what better way Than a gift Of a small, little pigeon How many I've made, I'll never know All I know is This pigeon army will grow And spread a smile All the while I still make more And I never bore. - Jay M March 10, 2020
Whenever I'm not doing so great, I fold origami pigeons and give them away to people. Whoever seems like they could use something to brighten their day.
Like a Dali painting. Oil on canvas, Blood on skin. No one understands me Anyway. Drape me Like foreign fabric. Silk on bedsheets, Clothing to vessel. No one feels my softness Anyway. Fold me Like intricate origami. Paper to paper, Chest to chest. No one feels the heartbeat Anyway.
whenever she sees him,
the corners of her eyes crinkle into intricate origami. if anyone looks closely, they'll see a soft glow and maybe even folded hearts. that's her love for him.
Crease your fears and unfold your trust.
Wake up from your endless rust. Believe in me and so you must, See the green within the dust. Start over, create a new begin. Don't throw your past in the trash bin. Don't see your paper as a great sin. Try to stick the good within. Fold and fold until you shape. A fair sheet with a neat gape. All your good marked by tape. Let all your worries ease and escape. It is now ready to be seen. And you should be very keen. This is how you should have been. If only you weren't so terribly green. A flower made by your own hands. If only you gave it a chance.
abstract poem where origami images the way I have been dealing my life.
delicate folds into endless
creases, the wrinkles in mother's hands. asking for more, taking & creating new faces when you think the last of you is gone. & though the world may tuck away your flaws & pleat you into origami stars, take to the earth, uproot the trees. stand tall as your last in- carnation, become the called bluff & bloom in the space between sky & ground. before you hit the earth, become the bird that you are & perch on opportunity.
in between my syllables and words in these carefully arranged lines like a piece of origami; i hide you in my poetry.