02-25-2013, 08:02 PM
Hokus Pokus in the Woods
Blinkered by youth,
the feet have no nose.
I didn’t know
what was hidden
in the piles of leaves
I kicked.
Squinting to read,
the hands have no eyes.
I can’t see
what I hold,
moss from the bark
I touched.
I feel my way
through the branches and trunks,
the buds and the broken roots.
The Magician's wand strikes,
blue bells resound,
ferns curl around time.
Fascination is silenced
the sun has no voice.
mood change - word change - too rapid and reactive for permanancy? Morphed away from the title.
Blinkered by youth,
undefeatable optimism,
the feet have no nose.
I didn’t know
what was hidden
in the piles of leaves
I kicked.
Squinting to read,
unenviable vanity,
the hands have no eyes.
I can’t see
what I hold,
moss from the bark
I touched.
I feel my way
through the branches and trunks,
the buds and the broken roots.
Hokus Pokus in the woods,
ferns curl around time.
Sunlight strikes sight,
blue bells sound clear.
Shrouds of confusion
part, and through a prism, fascination
forms an instant of simplicity.
Blinkered by youth,
undefeatable optimism,
the feet have no nose.
I didn’t know
what was hidden
in the piles of leaves
I kicked.
Squinting to read,
unenviable vanity,
the hands have no eyes.
I can’t see
what I find,
moss in the bark
I touched.
I feel my way
through the branches and trunks,
the buds and the broken twigs.
The magician pulls time
from his hat
a masterful illusion
since the sun has no voice.
Hmmm not the poem I imagined - but the one that has arrived, UNINVITED.
Blinkered by youth,
the feet have no nose.
I didn’t know
what was hidden
in the piles of leaves
I kicked.
Squinting to read,
the hands have no eyes.
I can’t see
what I hold,
moss from the bark
I touched.
I feel my way
through the branches and trunks,
the buds and the broken roots.
The Magician's wand strikes,
blue bells resound,
ferns curl around time.
Fascination is silenced
the sun has no voice.
mood change - word change - too rapid and reactive for permanancy? Morphed away from the title.
Blinkered by youth,
undefeatable optimism,
the feet have no nose.
I didn’t know
what was hidden
in the piles of leaves
I kicked.
Squinting to read,
unenviable vanity,
the hands have no eyes.
I can’t see
what I hold,
moss from the bark
I touched.
I feel my way
through the branches and trunks,
the buds and the broken roots.
Hokus Pokus in the woods,
ferns curl around time.
Sunlight strikes sight,
blue bells sound clear.
Shrouds of confusion
part, and through a prism, fascination
forms an instant of simplicity.
Blinkered by youth,
undefeatable optimism,
the feet have no nose.
I didn’t know
what was hidden
in the piles of leaves
I kicked.
Squinting to read,
unenviable vanity,
the hands have no eyes.
I can’t see
what I find,
moss in the bark
I touched.
I feel my way
through the branches and trunks,
the buds and the broken twigs.
The magician pulls time
from his hat
a masterful illusion
since the sun has no voice.
Hmmm not the poem I imagined - but the one that has arrived, UNINVITED.