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

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