I sit here in the now
Remembering the when
Pondering the why
And singing to the sky,
Contrast and beauty
And species so similar
So different why now
Not later? To bloom in spring
And die through summer?
I sit in the room
With no lights on
And no matter how dark
There is always color and light
Imagination
The train at the station
Carries away
These thoughts for the day
On the how and the why
And the where
But not who
Because no one is there
At this moment but me
And my thoughts and my dreams
Like silly mysteries
Running down the track
To derail.
All of this from a flower
My words run
Purple and white
Like kingdom and pure
Or high school colors once more,
Worn in spring with the chill
Of a morning frost
Come calling.
Thanks words4jp, so glad you liked it:)
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Such inquisitiveness:). Lovely!
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Thank you,what a beautiful thing to say. It always makes sense to me and I enjoy when others receive a sort of message that they relate to:) you’ve made my day:)
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I really like the way you write and the felt knowledge under the words. You say things without saying them out loud. Under your words I sense other words. Beautifully done.
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π smiles and laughs too:)
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Seems very popular today, everyone likes ice cream after all:) thanks so much:)
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LOL
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π here there and almost everywhere, that’s where my mind was heading:) thanks Michael:)
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The rambling a of a bemused mind produces ordered chaos sometimes:) thanks lady:)
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You always take me on a mental jaunt when I read your poems. Thank you for that. Beautiful.
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Awesome poem. π
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Wowza–what a poem!
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A weed and a jonquil, I eat the weeds and inhale the jonquil:) faves of spring:) thanks Morgan:)
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Gorgeous Zippy!! π
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