paige10

Psalm for a Childflower '97

         Softly;
the earth's invisible carrier
send the seeds of life
on a fantastic journey.
A transparent sea;
a surrogate mother
who tucks the crumb of a blossom
into a bed of soil,
and hums a whispered prayer.

          Drop, drip, dribble, splash;
It's origin a cluster of vapor;
a heavenly gift of nourishment.
Trickle, sprittle, sprinkle pour;
a plucked percussion,
a call to summon the embedded saplings
with which the foundation
will soon be adorned.

          Loud and louder;
the celestial body, heart of the universe.
It's beaming voice can only be seen.
Shines upon the growing buds,
that squint toward the glorious light
A magical remedy and source of life.

Now bloom and dance,
bloom and wave;
perform your inherited mission.
Flourish, open, admit your secret beauty,
conceal no longer and demonstrate
your wonderful talent.
For without you, life is a useless arch;
an unfinished circle.

So repeat, repeat
and bloom much louder,
for the highest pitch is near.
To continue the cycle of harmony.
Release the seeds of the next generation,
so the carrier might come again,
and delay no futher;
for we again,
might see the sounds of life
for the first time.

treasured nonsense '98

i saw a fluffly white mermaid dancing upon a blue ocean sky,
and watched a white butterfly fight against a sweet, wispy breeze
to kiss a white flower bunch.

as the small fallen leaves crunched
like bownls of spilled corn flakes under my shoes,
i heard the creaking of crossing three branches high above me.
the wind blown grass leaned permanently to one side
as the thundering wind rushed past my ears.

the waves of thin, delicate, foot-tall grass was tossed by the wind like a sea of green. and green and yellow-breasted finches balanced and bobbed up and down on the fluffy ends of tall weeds, nibbling off the weed's seeds.

mynah birds cool off in the rainbow of the sprinklers, and slimy slugs leave silver, tangled trails on the concrete. a bird gathered twigs for a nest and flew to a nearby keawe tree in which in its trunk, a little gray mouse makes his house.

a sparrow hangs out with a robin in the courtyard hanout as another bird swings from the hanging roots of a tree.
and a bird swoops down to catch a bug, while a doove picks at a dead plumeria for lunch.

and theres so much more to explore. just open your mind's door and give nature a chance and be penniless to see my treasured nonsense.