Cycle of man

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Life is full of circles
Cycles of disappointment
Happiness spun in
Dizzying spirals
And always the larger orbit
Of years
Grinding away  Continue reading

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Ode to Ra

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I’d seek me a poet
Too likely to find
Me driven (I know it)
Right out of my mind

With rhymes falling
Somewhere twixt
Someone and Seuss
Something within me
Then giggles, runs loose

Loose like the running
Of fingers through sand
Loose, unbecoming
Laid back on the land
Loose as a goosey
All feathered with down
Words run profusely
Out, back, and around.

Running like rivers
Run into the sea
Upon the sea shore
Should it be Shel I see?
Time runs like diamonds
Turn tumbled and whole
Your world turned to rhyme and
A poem your soul.

 

Sometimes poetry by other poets inspires me to poem – in this case a tip of the poetic hat to Shel Silverstein, by Ra Avis, in her poem ‘I am magnificent’

Angry Kettles

 

Angry, blistering, snarling,

My kettle needs attending to,

It is screaming for my attention.

 

Inside it boils skin-burning

Frustrations

“Pour me out!” it cries,

Steam pouring from the only escape route.

 

I hurry to stop its ear-piercing screech,

Unsure of what it says about me…

Am I alleviating its pain?

Or assuaging my own?

 

*No pic today to go with this. Letting it speak for itself.