Is it Thursday yet?
A common enough refrain
Imbued with meaning
To those initiated
Into a Critical cult
Too many words to write
Written in haste just to taste
The victory of doneness
However dry and without flavor
And yet with a goal to savor
Is it really worth posting
Without the slow roasting
Of an idea half-baked
And feeling of full faked
Just for a participation trophy?
What greater delight,
Could the sky offer at night,
That compares to stars?
As if on cue a curtain,
Ethereal and unfolding.
A kaleidoscope,
Reflected in your wide eyes,
Both chocolate brown,
Like my own but brighter still,
The eighth wonder of the world!
I often wonder,
What is the shape of my heart?
Would it be as full?
If I had not given you,
Those missing puzzle pieces?
What new adventure,
Breaks along the horizon,
Behind Mount Rainer,
A shadow or a sunrise?
Perhaps they are the same coin.
Take me down the road
Wind in my hair
Bright sunny day
Play me a song that will take me away.
Horizon so near
And yet so far
Making a wish on a far away star.
What pain is this friend
For so long our journey has
Been breathtakingly
Peaceful. Staisfactory?
I hardly know this wordplay
I ache for release
This claustrophobic drywall
Pinches my psyche
Did The Parthenon worry
That it, one day, would ruin?
Imagination
The perfect rollercoaster
Human emotion
Distilled into liquid fear
Or an effervescent joy