Poetry by Maid Marie

email: Jazzinminda@itookmyprozac.com

TIME

Days come and go,

Collapsing sunsets to the Earth,

to fall leaves from the trees

to my feet,

planted firmly on the ground.

 

To be living a life surrounded in time.

 

Endless and eternal is life.

Living in a sea of madness time thrives,

pulling,

calling,

leading all things to time,

aging the waves

to eternaties end.


This work was untitled

Bells toll the time of day,

chills along my spine.

Direction changes its place

to reverse the knock on my doors entrance.

Could it be my destination

to cross the paved parelles of thought

becoming the ideals of a past not present?

Unknowingly Darwin

the speed of light evolves in the dark.

 

Bells toll the month at hand,

a world of silent ears.

To be hushed by the hand of history.

March with the fish of time,

travel towards the heart of your mind

dandylions will dance the tune of spring,

Hibernating in the cave of fear

the echo will call on illusion.


alone

Catch a love bird flying by,

love bird fly.

They say if you are alone,

you will die,

you are alone,

Fly.


Amazing!

My hands,

my wonderful hands!

Who could ever imagine the power in something so unnoticed as the hand?

My hands have the power to create,

to destroy,

to translate the thoughts in my head,

into words on the pad,

my hands speak in a language understood,

with the power to cut! The power to heal!

The ability to make you laugh,

or make you cry.

T'is the gift I am most thankful for,

these hands,

wiser than me,

these hands.