Different Stroke

Different strokes for different folks

Some see it black, some see it rose

In fact a rainbow, multi hued

Hung on the sky all askew;

They’ll say its fair when it is foul

Give them smiles, they’ll give back scowls

I saw a sparrow drenched in rain

A big fat cat found in it a game

Then there was that other day

I stepped on the gas and sent a spray

Of muddy water on those around

It’s fun to drive through rain, I found.

One small step out of mundane

An avalanche or mound of pain;

I’ll let it go or join the flow

Be a jerk or jolly fellow.

The wait

I kept my door ajar and waited
at the threshold, garland in hand;
soft light from within lit my doorway
calling, inviting, seducing rays.
He rode by on his white steed
on his way to fulfill a thousand errands
My eyes followed, as far as sight would go
His eyes scanned the world for more and more.

My garland dreid, my lamp went out
and i stood waiting at the door.
when he retuned I still stood there
and right behind was my room
with iyts closed door.
He comes riding on his steed and he goes
while I wait outside my room
outside my closed door.

A Family of Vipers

A family of vipers
waiting in the grass
innocuous to look at
letting people pass.

A family of vipers
watching each shift
gimlet eyed attention
waiting for a rift.

A family of vipers
hiding in menace
flashing of forked tongue
enjoying distress.

A family of vipers
closing in for kill
a single deadly strike
and watch lives spill.

Waking up to a dream

Waking up
to human breath
to tousled beds
to arms outstretched
to bustle of morning tea
to chatter and grumble
and to chemistry
of souls united
in camaraderie.
A dream, my dream
untouched, prestine
held in hopeful heart and mind.