Linguistic Anarchy
when you’re down and troubled
mischievous words elevate
your spirit
perform random acts of
poetic graffiti
© 2024
Life, death and gardening; my thoughts about the world and my life.
Linguistic Anarchy
when you’re down and troubled
mischievous words elevate
your spirit
perform random acts of
poetic graffiti
© 2024
amundsen
was the last man
to be the first
to reach the south pole
the moment
i begin to share
a beautiful dream,
it is over.
armstrong
was the last man
to be the first
to walk on the moon
is it an impossibility
to share a dream
without ending it?
as he peers looking with all his might
something unfamiliar appears.
something beautiful, something exciting,
something new
amazed at the wonder of unexpected change,
he realizes the power
of occasionally gazing with all his might
in another direction.
the international date line,
an imaginary line
divides yesterday from tomorrow.
walking east,
i lean into the future,
heading west,
i recede into history.
only when
i straddle the line
am i grounded
in the imaginary present
btw
Fiji is the only place in the world
where one can walk
across the international date line
without snowshoes
meager life:
sitting in boardrooms,
occupying living rooms,
sleeping in classrooms,
next best thing to premature burial
prosperous life:
trudging up mountains,
slogging through swamps,
rowing river rapids,
digging, planting, napping in the shade.
love here. love now.
later may come
(if it is meant to be).
lightning flashes
zig-zagging across pastel sky
crashes of thunder
rain pouring in great cleansing splashes
natures teardrops beating against window panes
like heart beating against rib cage
like giant snowbird floating against clouded sky
like broken love pouring from saddened eyes