LilThought
01-27-2003, 09:05 PM
A Mutiny Among Thoughts
If my thoughts could fly,
they’d be liberated
“like birds,”
“like butterflies,”
singing in the wind—
romantic roses rebelling,
the touch of soft petals and
an agility too shapely
to take form.
They’d be jovial, buoyant, and free—
an irony on top of a mountain,
hiding under a moistened sky,
whistling a dulcet tune,
pacifist preying on pilgrims,
lost panoramas sighing,
“yodel-le he hoo,”
a call of the frenzied,
the fraught and the hysterical.
Thoughts too intricate to share—
raging rivers roaring,
exploring virgin air,
“stormy clouds,”
“sharp raindrops dripping,”
there—where’s there,
while here barren trees cease
barking pointless rhymes—
false remedies unveiled.
JLM
If my thoughts could fly,
they’d be liberated
“like birds,”
“like butterflies,”
singing in the wind—
romantic roses rebelling,
the touch of soft petals and
an agility too shapely
to take form.
They’d be jovial, buoyant, and free—
an irony on top of a mountain,
hiding under a moistened sky,
whistling a dulcet tune,
pacifist preying on pilgrims,
lost panoramas sighing,
“yodel-le he hoo,”
a call of the frenzied,
the fraught and the hysterical.
Thoughts too intricate to share—
raging rivers roaring,
exploring virgin air,
“stormy clouds,”
“sharp raindrops dripping,”
there—where’s there,
while here barren trees cease
barking pointless rhymes—
false remedies unveiled.
JLM