The Poetry Marathon

Off the shores of Jötunheim,

There stands a mighty gate.

Portal to the wisdom well,

When the tide runs late.

You may someday ride your dreams

Upon an ocean’s wave.

Ride the Astrol Sleipnir

To Eye of Oden’s grave.

If you ever make it there,

Drink some mead for me.

Then, ask a question for a cure

For man’s stupidity.

I have to get these modules done,

Required by the district.

I only have four more to go,

and then I’ll rest more easily.

I’m learning how to do cool things,

Technology is great.

But pushing to the very end

The fun turns into hate.

I’m looking forward to some sleep,

I’m looking for some fun.

Time to rest and time to think,

To have more outdoor sun.

I’m going to get my work all done.

So poetry will be.

The only thing I think about.

I’ll write it all for me.

When sunlight hits, an atom flips.

Electrons jump about.

From shell to ever higher shell.

It really makes a sight.

These little spots of polka-dots.

Must borrow from the sun.

To have their day it works that way 

Unless a sun; your one.

Mercury, and Venus, 

Earth and even Mars.

Must get its light from the sun’s might.

To shine like they are stars.

Now learning this, I make a wish,

Upon their falling light.

Each second here, a star quite near,

Explodes and fades from sight.

Siphonophore Apolemia

Creature from the land down under.

A string of vibrant light.

Ringing outward like a puddle.

Shimmer to entice and plunder,

Food by your device.

Swaying gently in the current.

Long as long should be.

You might be a good deterrent.

Jumprope of the see.

No Saying Goodbye Twice

~willjxn~.

I calculate the time it takes

To reach into your mind.

I hear your song of loneliness,

Read on your face its line.

Where are the people we once— new,

Is Charity with you?

Have friends betrayed your innocence?

Well yes, I’m lonely too.

We walk together to the park 

A stroll down memory lane.

We both admit the times not right,

We both might be insane

I see you’ve got the Eiffle tower,

It’s hanging on your keys.

I think it’s safe to speculate

You loved those bygone days.

Let’s say goodbye, Be on our way.

I give you some advice.

If you and I should meet again,

No saying goodbye twice.

The circle of time,

Is winding down

Smart phones take their place

No need for being smart.

.No need for counting fives.

on this morning walk

holding hands shows all the years

we’ve forgiven time

By Lift and Drag.

~willjxn~

Lifting off from Salt Lake City,

Thrown back in my seat.

Rising over Colorado.

The Rocky Mountains blink.

There are no signs that say, 

Now leaving Kansas city,

“now entering “show me” state.

The borders blur.

The Mississippi snakes its way below me.

I know I am halfway there.

The rivers are much bigger,

The Mountains, much smaller.

The landing not so memorable.

The humidity,  intense.

I walk into the airport.

I’m standing in the “First Flight” state.

My first flight for me. 

The first flight,

for Orville and Wilber

On their Wright Flyer.

By lift and drag,

In the time it takes, 

 Utah, to home in Colorado,

I land in Charlette, North Carolina.

We often poison “those who take care of us” 

fooled into believing

We know what’s is best.

We render the ground free of weeds, 

 nature’s way of blessing earth.

We with our monochromatic golf course lawns,

Blind ourselves with ignorance

And kill the ones with powers to heal.

• .Thoughts on “Those who take care of us”. from Braiding Sweetgrass, by Robin Wall Kimmerer 

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Watering

~willjxn~

Watering flowers and trees.

If from the dust of Africa,

then maybe in our dreams.

The human soul needs more than just a place to eat and sleep.

We need a  place to feed our souls,

to take in nature, deep.

A place to sit and hear the birds,

See spiders harness breeze,

A place to hear the waters fall around earth’s living things,

Iridescent dragonflies and snails from shells unsqueezed,

Patterns on  a turtle’s back,

Translucent wings of flies.

A mindful place, a paradise:

when watering flowers and trees.