Just write the words
Just fly the birds
Just dive the sea
Just climb the tree
Just ride the creek
Just hike the peak
Just do the you
You can’t not do.
Trust any less
Would be unjust.

Child, grow wild,
For how else to grow?
How else to go
With flowers in tow
To the wise and the crows
In the Riperrent Grove?

How could you know?
Now that you go,
Go wild like files
Of daffs in a row
That once garnered smiles
In gardenous droves
But now flood the hills
In goldenest clothes.

How would you go
With flowers in tow
To the wise and the crows
In the Riperrent Grove
If you knew of the trove
Of treasure aglow
Inside and alive
In marvelous throes?

Wild, I say,
For wild I go
And wild’s the way
‘Cause no else could hold
You in the folds
Of the fields of the bold.

Every morn I sit and sip
A cup of birdish tea
For all the nutrients it gives
To young and growing me.
I go wander lively woods
To find a chirpy tree,
Pull out a mug of seed or bugs
And offer it for free.
All the birds come flit or flip
Their way down to come see
What it is I have to give
And if they might agree
To trade a taste of sun on clouds
For a toothsome fee.
Some come soaked in morning dew
Or wind off an apple tree,
All are flavored with a splash
Of sun and land and sea.
The only way I’ll meet the day
Is sipping birdish tea.

Illustrated by DALL-E in the style of John James Audubon.

I made a mistake.
I let it grow
Because I feared
It as a foe.

I made a mistake.
I let it throw
Me into shame
That it might show.

I made a mistake.
I let it sow
Doubt, worry, fear
Throughout my soul.

I made a mistake.
It’s not a foe.
I’ll not be thrown.
I own my soul.

I made a mistake.
I let it go
Because it’s done
And now I know.

Happy Birthnight!
You’re a year older!
And all is alright
‘Cause the day is over.

Illustrated by DALL-E in the style of Randolph Caldecott.

The world spins,
Did you know?
The stars watch
As it goes.
A boy stood
On his toes
And he jumped
Off the globe
To see it
Twirl although
He thought it
Rather slow
So he dropped
Back below,
Stuck his hands
Down a hole
And gave it
Such a pull
That it whipped
Pole to pole
Like a top
Lightning thrown
That cracked back
For he owed
A twin spin
Of his own
That launched him
Like a goat
Up a peak
To its goal
Of never
Being low.
Now he spins,
Did you know?
Has a moon
Half aglow
And rain clouds
In a row.
The stars watch
As he goes –
A planet
With a soul.

Those upside down to me
Are always upside down.
But as I’m left side up
To the right sided ground
That might put them above
Aft of north or around
My starboard bow below
Or we’re more lost than found.
Who should be upside down?
It would be simpler round.

I’m in flower, not in fruit,
When you can eat me to the root,
Then you can chomp and chew my shoots,
Friend, you can gnaw me like a brute
In pursuit of every last lick of loot.

But for now I’m still en route
For I’m in flower, not in fruit.

(A sister poem to Beings Barbarous.)

Within those soils done gone stone hard,
Without a love grown yard,
There are buds of hungry veins
Who’d feast upon the plains.
Buried roots that pull at bones,
Biting thorns wound into thrones,
Blades that blaze and reach for stars,
Bloodleaf grown on Hades’ bars,
Branches bent towards dark and dooming –
Blossoms barbarous but blooming.

Blooms we’d grow without a thought
Who’d eat us by the lot.

They’ll miss us if they ever go
And try to plant us in a row.

Illustrated by DALL-E in the style of William Blake.

Fusi had a sea inside
And it sloshed and waved
As she took it for a ride
And it washed and gave
Her trouble on high tide,

For then she overflowed
And not just with wet
But sunken paths and roads
That she must walk yet
But now were mostly stowed

Deep beneath her sunny boats
Where she loved to fish
Where she’d swim and sun on floats
Far above her wish
That dare not brave those crueler coasts,

So she goes leaving ponds
Sometimes where she walks
Thanks to her tidal bridle bonds –
Look for rarest docks
That a friend might step upon.

Illustrated by DALL-E in the style of Mary Rogers Williams.