Poetry of living
What exactly do I see? I see a certain variety of light. Anything else? No. That’s all. What exactly do I hear? I hear a certain variety of sound. Anything else? No. That’s all. What exactly do I feel? I feel a certain variety of peaceful joy? Anything else? No. That’s all. ©️A. Garden, February … Continue reading Perception Correction
We are light threads Stretched between sky and earth Like a giant lyra Vibrating under cosmic fingers. We are boxes with precious jewels Carefully kept by artist lapidarist. We are tubes of million colors Entwined, never blended. We are white silk veils' dance Frenetic or mild, hypnotic ballet. We are tiny bottles of spring trees’ … Continue reading We are
I Spirit Soul draw myself a life with I Human pencil. I Human, powered by I Spirit, break the dark Nothing with the spark of a new idea. All I Human must do is stand still, go where I feel the nudge, when I feel the nudge, do what feels right. At times, I might … Continue reading I Spirit I Human
That day, riding my bicycle, Park with trees, pathways, World, sky, people, All seemed to tumble and fall In my chest. Endlessly. ©theoandmira.com & Andreea Garden 2016
Falling asleep at noon Laying on painful soft grass Offering clouds a childish amusement. Sensing time's flow in ear drums Ordered, cold cadence in metallic arms. Allowing seconds to pass Finding deliciously amusing their boastful parade. Walking on earth knowing you walk Feeling a little older each step. Playing pretend a most beautiful fairy, Jovial … Continue reading Life poetry
