"pearching" poems
*Under a willow tree,
alone there I lay.
Beneath the setting sun,
across the shallow bay.
My routine is profound,
repeated the next day;
it's how I escape,
makes troubles go away.
As my thoughts unwind,
nothing meant to say,
I revaluate my life,
upon sunset of May.
Forever resting my head,
watching Sun's blinking rays,
nothing shall wake me,
falling into a daze.
Dreams of faded peace,
begin to make way.
Pearching upon a rock,
rests a beautiful jay.
Then the white bird,
lovely as it may,
turns a frightening color,
one of dark-gray.
Once shallow water ahead,
starts crashing green waves.
Sunset turns to night,
grass turns to clay.
Abruptly, I finally wake,
confusion starts to play.
Under a willow tree,
alone there I lay.*
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 2:59 PM UTC
warmth
then a rythym, a beat
steady now, softly
hold together
while you're still whole
avoid the arrow
hold captive the bow
trade it for wings
learn to fly without pearching
the stars are waiting
be free
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 6:00 PM UTC