by K. J. Joyner
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Whimsical thoughts, happy moments – sometimes you can only express that silly or interesting thing with a verse. Or a poetic story.
Angel Speech
Fluttering down down down,
A single feather, silver hues in the light,
To nimble fingers, who clutch it close;
A beating heart.
Thundering on on on,
The lightening splits the waiting air,
Sound rushes to listening ears, who mark the sound;
Fluttering eyelids
Splashing
The speech of angels.
His First Time
There are the plans
My pencil said to him
Scratching lines on lined paper
Circles and tubes in space faring seas
Times long since gone
When all fell
The box was here,
he replied, drawing swiftly
a diagram I only knew inside
and from a black map
and never from experience
He spoke of pathways and
transports, boxes that open and close
my pencil drew circuitry
Fanciful designs
That he ignored: an imagination trap
Denied.
A shared memory?
I think so, but only he can say
I got it from your mind
he denied
but rather, I replied
Nay, my good sir, for those things
were never within me
Not in the ways that you know
Seek within yourself
I was merely the bounce
That his ping pong ball of memory
used to spring from and fly.
It Comes
Glistening wet,
It rides back and forth.
Rise!
Swell!
Oh, Great Behemoth,
Crash against
Into
And saturate After climax
to leave your white residue
Across the place made moist.
(gasp!)
I do love the beach.