Round, protruding eyes
Peering out at the world
Where she will never be
Able to brush her delicate fin upon.
Dragging her heavy, dress-like tail
To all the invisible barriers
That restricts her within her cell.
Her mouth opening and closing,
Uncertain of what to ask,
Maybe just curiosity and a million unanswered questions.
Light, darkness
Repeat
Waiting…
For food, water,
Or perhaps,
A purpose.
Alive, yet not living
Waiting…
In a storm of sounds and siblings,
Underneath a silver moon,
She crawled over glistening grains
Towards the broth that would swallow her.
In a whirlwind symphony of color, she thrived.
Blades stroking in cycles towards home,
Where to hundreds of souls, she would give life;
Their mother forever unknown.
In her old age and wisdom,
She was draped by wrinkles and items obscure.
An abode that was no longer hers,
Yet still on her shoulders she bore its weight.
And at her final resting place,
She lay strewn at last;
To where she had crawled for eternity –
A landscape littered with trash.
The turtle crawls back
Into it’s hard shell,
Fish pass like bullets,
Day turns into night,
Night turns back to day,
Children’s feet sound like
thunder… on the floor,
Turtle knows some but not much
Of what’s happening above,
Back rigid like a mountain,
Head wrinkly like an old witch,
Teeth hang like a vampire,
Simply just misunderstood.
I like cats
Regardless of their fur color
I listen out for the cautious footsteps
Or try to capture the unpredictable figures hiding in the dark
They peek into world in the gap of times
and draw footprints under the roof of cement
They stand by the gesture of independence
Without abandoning the ambitions of world
Cats are like me
Or I am like a cat
My heart deep inside yearns to escape the earth
But lack of courage to forgive and forget the world
Balance towards the world
People live with the absolute independence
Only see the endless sparks in the mirror
Secular people see the objects themselves only
And the others observe both
Cat and me
We enjoy the morning warm light
and cross through the charming night breeze
Nothing really matters in this world
As long as cat and me continue
Daydreaming by the groovy stove
The owl, blending with the night, perches
Upon the church’s steeple;
Watching, waiting for the quiet whisper of what might be food.
In the distance, across the dark field, he can see
A hint of something small and brown
And so parting with its post, he glides towards his prey.
He cuts through the air, a miniature stealth bomber,
Nearing its helpless target.
After but a few seconds, he swoops in and strikes silently
A mouse that never saw it coming.
The freshly risen sun smiles
Upon the dewy morning grass.
Soft light,
Gentle and warm,
Floods the field.
A quiet, yet musical
Hum
May be observed…
(but only if you wish to hear it.)
You must poise your ear
And your mind,
Completely
Still.
If you wish to hear the serenade,
The opera,
The shining solo star,
Of the meadow.
As I walk by the riverside
Ripples disturb the water
Fish swim up the stream
Fighting against the flow
Ripples disturb the water
Struggling to their destination
Fighting against the flowing toTry
In there watery world
Struggling to their destination
Gills pumping
In there watery world
Pebbles glisten
Gills pumping
steady as the stream
Pebbles glisten
The water flows with no sound
Steady as the stream
fish swim up the stream
The water flows with no sound
As I walk by the riverside
Let them be as a cheetah Always running, chasing, stalking But constantly hunting
I’d rather be a strong stubborn turtle Staying in one place like a cloud Silently looking over the Earth
To have your house on your back To travel without boundaries To graze the vast blue ocean Or undisturbed plains
I’d rather be a pacifist, and if then devoured by predators, Then to be wandering the arid savannah Where they are bit and stung By bloodthirsty mosquitoes
I’d rather be a lone soul Than a pack wolf. If I could run jump, and hunt, I’d rather be a strong stubborn turtle
The fish are content
In the small pond
Floating with nothing to do
In circles they go
To and fro
Gliding two by two
How funny they are,
They can’t go far
Stuck in obliviousness
Above on a rock
I sit and I watch
And start to become curious,
The breeze is warm
Shadows form
And the world awaits my return
It can keep waiting
Today I am staying
On my rock to watch the fish
He stood atop the white, vast mountain.
His home.
Covered in darkness
The wind chilled across the layers of life
the pitch black ripples in parts of Bear Lake.
His friends swaying loosely in the wind
Giving off pleasant drafts of sweet caramel and soothing vanilla
Nothing but silence as the falling of snow began to bow at his friendly feet
Every step causing the snow to hug to his boot one by one.
Walking towards a bright blue ball of light and warmth that rose in the midst of the white spects
Melting the hearts of living things around.
He no longer saw the dark ripples but saw them begin to
Transform to a teal and light blue body that freely flowed, elegantly making way for all in its path.
All except the friendly moose
gracefully eating the lush green
Wet silky moss hidden beneath the sheets of the ice.
As he stood up pridefully with his rack of enormous horns.
Light glimmered across the glassy lake
reflecting light onto the darkened trees
On the animals in the sky and on the ground.
An unstoppable force to be reckoned with.
If only he could be there to experience it once again.