What is a poem but a metaphor- a parable in disguise-
Philosophers, teachers, songwriters and saints, have all used this fanciful guise.
To whisper softly in the ear; desires and perceptions we hold dear-
To bring by light touch to the mind; these lyrical cadence as they unwind-
To speak of cabbages, kings and queens, lovers and fears and whimsical things-
To tell a harsh story in prose or in rhyme; painted with words in rhythmic time.
Forgiving of barriers, strictures and rules; made up by pedantic, un-romantic fools
"Friends in our head," they call us; I cannot hear your voice-
But in our mind is where we meet, to laugh, cry and rejoice.
To make you real, like magic, I pluck you out of space;
And drape your warmth around me;
Like words made out of lace.
Sans the earthly strains and bonds, of physicality;
A friendship born of intellect, bred in the soul's autonomy.
I pass time in good company; I never am alone;
With a mirrored image of myself to compliment my own.
Earth's Farewell Party
A jolly good time was had by all, at Mother Earth's farewell party-
They ate, they drank, they laughed, they sang- and all did party hearty-
She gave them birth and nurture;
And guarded their regress-
They've set her on the ice floes now; she's served her usefulness-
Worn and weary and abused, by lives of no remorse;
In her gasping throes she watches as they seek a brighter course.
But know they not; they shall return-
Emerging from this womb, they've rendered in blind ignorance
Into Mankind's own tomb.
Rain, rain, rain; thanks to the brand new hurricane,
All it does is rain!
Can't go to the pool, the Mall or the yard;
The muse, who comes calling, resembles the Bard.
I thought you were here- the day just before;
Here you are now; again at my door-
Come in- hang your dripping cloak there on the hook;
And read with me candlelit, from your own book.
Soon pen on paper is scratching away;
As darkness and gloom, rob time from the day.
I look up, and you're gone- drifted in time;
Leaving your legacy- poem and rhyme.
When tears fall from heartache, and rain from the sky;
I'll reckon your knock- as you'll surely drop by.