What a bunch of malarkey, huh? I once knew where that saying originated (malarkey), but now I’m not sure… See, I digress in my first sentence! (bad, bad, bad…) I have been totally bee-boppin’ manic today, for whatever reason. However, I am determined to post some of my poetry tonight, I will not rest until I do! I will most likely not rest even if I do, but that’s neither here nor there. (see, those little sayings just keep cropping up) (see what I mean!!! cropping up…)
Oh brother!, I had better get this written, and hang it up for the night! (hang it u….NO!) breathing deeply, in…out…in…out…
I hope you folks enjoy- there are more where these came from…
RAINY SEASON
Hush in jungle, forest deep,
rain drops drown, leaves silence keep;
damp paw treads in undergrowth,
peers out at liquid day.
Mists hang, palm fronds dangle,
bright plumage quiet in green tangle;
blue/grey/purple clouds drift by,
doe huddles in clinging coat.
smell of plant-rot thick in nostril,
beast lies sated, slit-eyed, docile;
steam-breathes onto sleeping young,
question marks on damp moss.
silhoutte in tree tops, mourning doves,
butterfly hangs, wet leaf above;
rivulets run down blackened bark,
blanket of cloud covers eden.
s.t. martin, 2012
