I Wrote You a Bird

Read “I’ll Write You a Bird” here.

I wrote you a bird
That left at the last word,
Leapt and was gone,
Laughed at the absurd
Little man
With pencil in hand
And flew on.

Now it returns.
See how it burns.
See how it turns
On the thought of a breeze
When it seemingly sees
Us locked down like trees.

Oh, how it sings!
See what it brings!
I wrote you a bird
That comes back bearing wings!

Hate

Hate will come a-hunting
With claws all shiny sharp,
Not to hurt you, not to harm,
But when she knows you’re wanting
She’ll give up her claws with charm
And let you ribbon up your heart.
Let you join her in her hunt
And take someone else apart,
Let them join you as an enemy
At the flame filled frozen front
Of Hate’s ancient, warring art.

Hate may win,
May well come in,
If you would cut
Hate’s twisting rope
Let go her claws
And head for Hope.

Story

What’s in a story that keeps it from boring?
Forget adoring,
Just keep ’em from snoring.

I hear they like heroes
And heart and humor,
Beating back darkness
And death and doomers.

What makes a story stellar?
Whatever else a story needs
It needs a story teller.

Home Grown Clothes

Fenicker Mulch wore his own home grown clothes.

He mixed up his mud in a way no one else knows
With moss, manure and crushed up red shells.
Suffice it to say, he grew his own smells
‘Cause he rubbed this muck into his skin,
Then seeded himself – He was an odd one this Fen.

But from odd came great beauty,
Making oddness his duty.

Fen’s passion for gardens
Became fashionable garments
As sprig upon sprout
Sprung happily out.

Making many think he was maybe an ent,
He wore tulip shoes around socks of mint,
Had one leg of foxglove, the other of lupine,
Belted by grapes lovingly looped in,
With a sunflower jacket over his willowy form
And a young oak on his head to stay warm.

There were of course drawbacks to this wild style
That he only learned about after a while.
It took him six months to put new clothes on,
And he always had trouble when they mowed the lawn.
But he picked up the pieces whenever that passed
And made a new suit from the seeds in the grass.

Home Grown Clothes

Illustration by Cristina P. whose art can be found here as well as on Etsy.

Go-Round

Maybe you’ve been on a Merry-Go-Round
Where fun and friends and glee abound.
You rode a pony exceedingly fair,
Or maybe a griffin or the great golden bear.
Always forward, up and down,
You make a wish each time around
That must come true, at least, I’ve found.

Have you been on an Anger-Go-Round?
It’s a rough ride that only goes
Round and round and round and round…
Till everyone’s sick!

Take care on the arounds you go,
‘Cause every one comes back, you know.

One more thing I’ll put out there:
Who wouldn’t rather the golden bear?

Go-Round

Drawn by Cristina P. whose art can be found here as well as on Etsy.