Blue Meditations

Here
this space is open
as far as I imagine
No one can find me or
begin to touch the fibers
of my seclusion
Cushined earthly sands
support my assuredness
caressing and revitalizing my soul
until everything my eyes touch is breathtaking
and beautiful
No sounds but the soft blue –
the lapping of hope against my feet
and the slow release of impurity
cast away into
the dark unreachable
Forever illuminated with
yellow seeds of promise
which fill what once was barren
and sew me into spring.

 

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I'm not the type that
looks down when I'm walking
I've only fallen when hearing
the devil sing and caught off guard
in a full array of sunlight
If there were a field nearby
I'd run naked through it
then I'd be free and I'd ridicule those
who looked down on me thinking
I could never touch infinity
Yes sometimes I wear Tinkerbell panties
dolled up in the flesh, in the dark
covered with glow-in-the-dark stars
eating the last slice of mom's pecan pie
Hell yes, Einstein is sexy
more so than other celebrities with big appendages
I would love to have his mind
although I think I'd miss my own
I guess I'm too much of a dreamer
caught in the middle of my own surprise
proud to be the only unmushed Cheerio in
everybody else's soggy milk bowl
I'm proud to stand taller
than the shadow of my weirdness

 

Experience of Dreamy-Eyed Boredom

Time stands still while
I move uneasily in restraint
tapping my toes, grinding my teeth
wishing a warm breeze fulfill me,
collecting my thoughts that will me to sleep.
Forget.
Dream things much sweeter to
pass the time away.

© 2001 Emily Schmitt