is a still small flame
It's a magnet, from whence love came
It draws all people unto it
it burns bright; it cannot be spent
random thoughts falling from the opening in my brain that was made by the whip of life...
The Call of the Firefly The sun meets the sky Ghost owls ancient lullaby Lure the firefly |
© 2018 Mari
Night’s silvery mystery
Shall never languish
For today in history
She is distinguished
She is sublime
Like a half dollar up close
An anti-typical rhyme
To her, I make a toast
© 2011 Mari
I thought to myself
I will catch this feather, it will be mine.
Just when I nearly had it in my grasp,
a strong gust of wind from the north
blew it out of my reach.
I thought to myself
I will catch this feather, it will be mine.
I outran the wind.
Just when I almost had it in my grasp,
a park bench sprung up in front of me
and blocked my path.
I thought to myself
I will catch this feather, it will be mine
I hurdled the bench.
Just when I had it in my grasp,
a faceless branch tripped me and I fell.
Opening my scarred fist,
I thought to myself
I caught this feather, it is mine.
©2000 Mari
and
lifeless
Sheer bliss
turned to horror
Our lil Princess explorer
must now obliterate the crowd
who cheer her, elated and proud
She shouted loudly and not so regal
"T'was not a gem but a scarab beetle!"
©2014 Mari