(or, Four Poems for the Owls) 1 Leaf in the Water I am a leaf in the water I think I'll float on down to the Ocean I laugh when I hear the fish under me complain I'll tell you the truth, Id rather be eaten up as a fish (trying to escape, as someone's prey) Than scattered here and there.
As a leaf-as I am, Having done nothing but lay around On a tree, then on the ground all day- And now on top of the water, Mostly hidden-: For me, the world will never be real.
No: 2806 (9-25-2010) 2 Tomorrow, this! How do I awaken the elite sleepers? There are no metaphors for that No poetry, per se (they do as they please in a world they've created) I need loose electric wires tied to their toes, that'll Make them move! "The world is falling apart," I tell them, "and they have to save it!" Or...
"Prepare us to live in the one essential to survive in, that they are destroying for us while here on this earth.
" But all they do is pick blossoms: "Tomorrow," they say "we'll have a meeting, form a committee! No: 2805 (9-25-2010) 3 The Eaters The fish in the sea are thirsty The pigs in the pen are hungry The foul in the leaves is looking for a worm; Grasp the fact, everyone is looking to eat- All going from one place to another Some walking, some flying some swimming- This is the real world (Mr.
Hawking) No: 2804 (9-25-2010) 4 Stages of our Lives We are all in different stages of our lives Some in summer: running to and fro like wild geese and puppy dogs; Some in spring: looking at him and her, and marvelous things; Some in fall: trying hard to make ends meet; Some in winter: like me, writing poems and traveling, celebrating life taking what is left in, as if it just began.
No: 2503 (9-25-2010)
As a leaf-as I am, Having done nothing but lay around On a tree, then on the ground all day- And now on top of the water, Mostly hidden-: For me, the world will never be real.
No: 2806 (9-25-2010) 2 Tomorrow, this! How do I awaken the elite sleepers? There are no metaphors for that No poetry, per se (they do as they please in a world they've created) I need loose electric wires tied to their toes, that'll Make them move! "The world is falling apart," I tell them, "and they have to save it!" Or...
"Prepare us to live in the one essential to survive in, that they are destroying for us while here on this earth.
" But all they do is pick blossoms: "Tomorrow," they say "we'll have a meeting, form a committee! No: 2805 (9-25-2010) 3 The Eaters The fish in the sea are thirsty The pigs in the pen are hungry The foul in the leaves is looking for a worm; Grasp the fact, everyone is looking to eat- All going from one place to another Some walking, some flying some swimming- This is the real world (Mr.
Hawking) No: 2804 (9-25-2010) 4 Stages of our Lives We are all in different stages of our lives Some in summer: running to and fro like wild geese and puppy dogs; Some in spring: looking at him and her, and marvelous things; Some in fall: trying hard to make ends meet; Some in winter: like me, writing poems and traveling, celebrating life taking what is left in, as if it just began.
No: 2503 (9-25-2010)
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