Day Nine: Rebellion of Many Forms

Some lines need to be said more than one time. For day Nine.

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Day Four- A Piece of the Sky 

Day Four- had a downpour!

There’s something so irresistibly cheery about Summer rains. 🙂

Unfortunately I can’t share the videos I took, here. If you can, though, pop over to my instagram account and check them out- @calliopes_lyre_ 
What’s made you happy today? 

Love ❤️

Lessons In Fall

Pink, velvet soft, blushing, misbegotten
Dirt stained, so many flowers lay
Forgotten
The sidewalks were carpeted, the
Alleys were filled
Rosy teardrops strewn
all over the world
For whom have these flowers blossomed?
To be thrown away,
what have they sinned?
Why did they grow, so painstakingly slow
To be this chagrined?
Were they for us? Did we forget
To witness their beauty, before age and neglect
Set in?
Or am I seeing this the wrong way
– could it be
We owe it only to ourselves
Not for the world to see
It doesn’t matter who
turns away blindly
But
We all grow, so painstakingly slow
We are
Alive, and warm, and dirt stained
And I bloom
Only for me?

©CM
11.01.2017

‘Allo peeps. I’ve been away wayyy too long. Got some stuff sorted out, got some more sorting out to do- but I’m back! There’s a Cookie dispenser in ye corner, and a stack of poems over ye, and free hugs right here! ❤

Sidewalk Daisies 

  

Walk with me, searching happily for

A sliver of of unpolluted sky 

A daisy pushing through the cement 

A salty wisp of wind, seaward sent 

Between the billboards screaming

 for attention, I know

The pale drowned moon catches your eye 

There is still music here, amidst the honking 

Still graceful greens, in the flaunting 

Storefronts, I know you see

These things still retain clarity, for 

You and me

Getting drunk off experiences will 

Always be headier than

Merely getting drunk, will 

We’re like an endangered species, hiding

In this concrete jungle 

Sidewalk Daisies 

©CM 

13.10.2016

Bugs 

 

Stupid bug
On my bed
Go crawl on the
Floor, instead.
I already have buzzing
Inside my head

Burrowing beetle
arguments
Thoughtflies hum and
Make no sense
Buzz buzz buzz
Incoherence

Twinkling lights-it’s
Almost dawn
Neighbor’s cat yowls
On my lawn
-You’re nearly in my hair
Come closer if you dare
Ill squish you, bug, I swear

Sigh
Carry on, bug
Carry on

©CM
09.10.2016

 

I actually don’t mind bugs, but when you’re trying to fall asleep, a green yellow beetle who wants to sing you the song of his people is not a good roommate.