NURSERY RHYMES
Keep thinking if I keep looking
I'll find it
This thing I'm supposed to do
It will jump out at me like she did
Screaming from my inner truth
Keep thinking
And thinking
It's just around the corner
In this land of hot and cold
I can feel me getting warmer
I've a myriad of talents
That somehow clump together
They are bound like melted candies
Or tightly woven leather
Weave around into each other
Tied in endless
Knots and Thoughts
There's a way to make them seamless
But I've up 'til now forgot
I can talk with all the best of men
I can help them find their way
With my insights and intentions
I'm their reflection
So-to-say
I thrive on their admiration
And their occasional words of praise
It makes me feel so purposeful
(And puts food on our plates)
I can hear plants speak to me
See a message in the their wilt
As they plead for supple sustenance
I am filled with subtle guilt
Be it neglect or too much sunlight
Crying in the heat of day
Just a glance and I respond to them
'Cause I hear what they have to say
In forests they have guided me
Called me "cousin," "brother," "friend"
We speak of times now immemorial
As I've had an ear lend
Lead me out into the sunlight
When I've lost the beaten path
Given me advice and even insights
Into the future and the past
I'm a wordsmith and a poet
Never short of words so clever
That I can write them onward endlessly
And entertain within their measure
Hyphens, commas , even ampersands
Or my favorite "dot dot dot"
But just like an Oxford-comma
Their from a land that man's forgot
I can be joyously jovial
As I sit in silence with my words
But if not-a-one-of-you
Want to read them
Then their pursuit just seems absurd
Back in the times of kings
I'd be an honored-well-kept-sage
But now their only use are emails
That help produce a "living wage"
Computers?
Electronics?
They are fodder for my brain
I work miracles so lightly
Like their father I can reign
I'm creator and curator
Of digital museums
Stacked on shelves
In no real order
I just move on as I complete them
21st century Geppetto
I could peddle all these wares
Like the jewelry I make gently
Sell in markets, stores and fairs
Write an epic manifesto?
(That might even change the times!)
I climb like Jack up to the giants
With my latent
Nursery Rhymes