If you let someone love you will they wander off?
will they
get lost
or side tracked,
like I did when I was three at the market?
a tiny ivory elephant was
my desire
then,
the square of soap that smelt of sandalwood.
My loves, my treasure.
If I am someone’s
ivory elephant
will they leave me?
to fall through the cracks
in the back seat of a purple station wagon
maybe…..
and maybe they will remember me one day,
maybe they will remember me fondly.
Storyteller mirror silent giver of wishes true.
I am an elephant.
Oh how I love me this way,
my close up folding,
my sheets of warm skin,
the magnified texture
and pores of space.
Dust rises under lined feet,
planets rotating from bone to bone,
across arterial heart,
kicking up dreams.
These eyes are before,
hinting animal
and compassion.
I am lost in my own wet, gaze.
There is orange, I see, underneath
the roots of millennia,
embers of genesis,
still burning,
sparking movement,
action divine.
Yes I am,
so deeply all,
so deeply me,
beautiful
elephant.
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
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to save a life
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The Poetry Monarch.
Sometimes serious, often humorous personal musings on life, death, and everything in between from someone once chased by a killer Canadian goose.
JEFF CALLAWAY
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Hoping to inspire the world one word at a time.
Sharing my poetry to help end the stigma about mental health
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
