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Bubble Man

The songwriter told of a boy in a bubble,
That boy he grew older and wiser each day.
‘Till eventually trauma his bubble had burst,
And reality found a sad place to stay.

Life can get hard and seem to lack meaning
Life pushes in and our comfort destroys.
The boundaries formed, no longer protecting;
The walls that we built are shown to be toys.

The cares of the world held the man in a whirlwind;
Without his protection he felt his soul rust.
As year after year weighed more on his mind
His care to live longer was filed to dust.

In his moment of dying no one was present
To see how he did it or even ask why.
But he has found now his bubble again,
And floats all alone through the dark dreary sky.

11.6.19

Peace Was

Gunshots, cannons, loud alarms.
I quickly panic; swing my arm:
Down upon the button, smash!
And for a moment pause the clash.

Then a squall breaks out below,
I hear the children, there’s been snow.
They rush and yell, I want to sleep,
But my wife the blanket keeps.

I step out, the floor is hard,
And likely colder than my yard.
Shirt and pants, the jacket next,
Socks and boots, no time to rest.

Stepping out onto the lawn
My children rush, I slowly yawn.
The silence of a winter’s freeze,
Though not my bed, brings me ease.

11.1.19

Spider

A simple twisted silken thread
Is running down from over head.
It indicates without a sound
That there’s a spider on the ground.

I stoop to search with caution slow,
Afraid of what is found below.
For though a giant in it’s eyes,
I wouldn’t want to be surprised.

There! Swift across the floor it darts,
Now! Jumping quick – I feel my heart.
My hair stands up, I glance in fear.
It’s run away – I know not where.

09.25.19

Guide

Meetings, greetings, follow me,
Upward, downward, soon you’ll see
Worlds below with dark untouched;
Skies above, their laughter rushed.

Each of us must find a way,
Onward, backward, course to stay.
Some escape and lose their mind,
Others, peace, in journeys find.

Creature simple, complex soul,
Inward, outward, come up whole.
Search the paths you know so well,
Question, answer, ponder, dwell.

7.19.19

Midsummer Night

Silence is kept

On midsummer night,

Now is the time

For goblins to fight.

 

Fairies march forth

To meet them in blood,

Stirring against

The underworld brood.

 

Deep in the wood

‘Twixt moonlight and branch,

Pixies and gnomes

Converge in their dance.

 

Over the roots,

Across the damp moss,

Dancing on twigs,

The imps whirl and toss.

 

Night slowly dims

The battle grows soft,

Each tiny thing,

Steals back to its loft.

 

07.22.19