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Cool Pea-Green New Leaves....(Imaginarium)


if I were to believe
in what's going on today

I might find the world
to be a coffin

the fresh-faced hope
for all
gone grey-pale
and still

new wounds appear
often and daily
chill
my heart
almost un-beating
in my chest

the headlines
making headway
create unrest
and widening pools
of impossible
trespassing sadness

and Spring is not
the season for new tidings
and gladness

drowned in sorrowing
and tears
are the yellowing girls
that should dance
daffodils and jonquils
and crocuses
no longer the harbingers
the golden ladies of Spring
I've adored in one passing glance

I want a sweeping wand
and a fistful of sparkle dust
and cotton candy clouds
and yo-yo stars on a un-tangling string

a brilliant time for all man and womankind's
re-imagining..
what if
we could turn it all around
be wide-eyed again
and hear the celestial music
in the clouds
instead of the daily drills of dirges
on our doorsteps
the headlines hailed upon us
as cast stones

and bells tolling
count up the death
play on the dirge for the
Loss of Hope

if there's a cure
a merciful medicine
manna falling from the heavens
just enough to sprinkle on
an entire world
and re-seed and re-sod this world
with real Hope

today is the moment
I need to grab
its the shininess of the realm of belief
and see it sprout again
grow green again
so the world again
could renew again
in a cacophony of bird songs
a spontaneity
an over-growth
a gloriously green bandage
enough to heal and encircle the globe.....




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