Cat Sitting (a poem)
Between me
and the sweet salvation
of slumber I desire,
lies the cat.
Between me
and the sweet salvation
of slumber I desire,
lies the cat.
Diversity is not only what makes the universe beautiful,
it is what makes it thrive.
(300 words)
The beauty of a rose,
wrapped tight within the vines,
upon my trellis waiting,
just waiting for her time.
Bursting open, petals stretch
unto the light of day.
Exploding colors all around,
for Spring has come to stay.
Of what more worth are we than dirt,
with vain ambitions nigh?
Crawling up on spindly legs,
to gaze upon the sky.
Life is serenely complicated.
Some people try to stand out,
and by doing so hope to fit in
with others who do the same.
Me, I never wanted to stand out,
to be different, but I am.
I guess we all are, in our own way,
different that is.
Dodging, darting they separate,
in playful colors beneath the sun.
Paths cross as they converge,
again becoming one.
It’s a short-lived reunion,
as their ways part once again.
United in divergence,
like leaves blown in the wind.
A single droplet from the cloud,
reflecting glories all around,
begins its journey to the ground.
Silhouettes that dance with light,
are first on bottom then the side.
Two eyes pass, they open wide,
accepting all as dreams take flight.
I am a dog lying in the doorway, a casual observer of clouds, filled with excitement, I run, spin, fall, arise, and do it again. I am an explorer of worlds, paddling down a stream. seeing old places as though new. filled with life and thought.
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