More poetry, as it seems to be all I have time for these days. Again, this could use polishing, but I say that as if someone will actually read it. Oh blog, essentially I use you strictly for storage purposes, mostly for all those under credited emotional thoughts. Congratulations!
Little Locked Boxes
Emotions are so easy for you
You wear them around
Like a coat of furs
Show them off like many colors
Adorned like a necklace
Not so for me
I feel them so strongly
Like being ripped apart
Torn at the seams
Until my leaves rain off
And my petals are scorched
So I hide them away
In little locked boxes
Safe in secret spaces
Until it’s time to open
And then the tears come
Or the laughter like fountains
Sometimes I leave them too long
Or forget how to open them
Dusty musty feelings
Like old pearls in the attic
Dust in the sun,
Slanting from the roof
I need pictures then,
Or memories, or songs
To pull the feelings out
Shyly drawn to the sound
That is so much like them
A delicate colt, scared
Tumbling fourth
Or a heard of wild mustangs
Come to trample me underfoot
But come they must
For their absence is worse
And my mask will crack
With time and stress of use
So draw them out
Magic colors, sounds, tastes,
Smells, memories
Draw out the waves
Bring them to me
As I dance to the tune
Of emotions
And brace myself delicately
For the onslaught
Earth-song Lullaby
Fall asleep, windows wide open
The winds breath a lullaby
Like distant ocean choruses
Sighing into your dreams
Tasting savory of salt and sweet flowers
The tang of sunsets and warm days
And leave wide your doors
In hopes of lovely things
The distant night music
Swaying and gliding
A rhythm of movement
As the world turns
And a thousand distant lights
Like stars on the ground
Twinkle and wink delicately
Beautiful moments
That seep into your soul
Sweet and innocent
They brand themselves
A mark on your heart
Always calling you back
Both bitter and sweet,
As memories are
But sleep now love
Sleep peacefully, and dream,
As the earth sings to you
In its own way, a complex chorus
That moves ever on
Whatever may happen
Good or bad
It will be there, a comfort,
The song of life and living
Moving and breathing.