WOODEN......

Wooden

 

Round and round against his will

he carries riders that reach for the gold ring

the carousel stallion glows in the sunlight

this horse of wood gallops and knows not why

Wouldn't he love to be fleshy real

able to run and scamper in open field

 

Born of forest under gray skies

colorful wooden steeds never die

they exist in colors filled with promises

wouldn't these bearers of joy with wooden graces

understand their purpose and destiny

while nurturing unavailable liberty

 

They live in mysterious ways

wishing they were diamonds in glass displays

protected by wooden soldiers repressing forces dark

who are only afraid of fire and sparks

Wouldn't they want in moonlight shadows

to bleed sawdust and be heroes

 

Then, return home and settle down

cloaked in temporary glory there found

Be surrounded by wooden fences

that prevent societal life essence

Wouldn't it be better to listen to their tedious song

while having a coffee and a chat on Sunday morn

TOBOGGAN HILL...

Toboggan Hill

 

Step beyond step solidifies his presence

surrounded by trembling shadows

while beneath gray skies, he absorbs life's essence

as he walks the path icy and narrow

 

Carefully, they approach the pine topped hill

A joyful rhythm beats within

Lungs gasp in air much chilled

His arms, shoulders and everything

feel the burn of limbs working

As they near the white capped mound

under marshmallow clouds silently hanging

they pass through minty evergreens there found

 

Crunching steps crisply resound

as he feels moments as they once were, joy filled

of long ago in memory's rebound

he remembers the dizzying height of toboggan hill

Steaming hot chocolate and leaky boots

and behind him, a princess, on toboggan smiling

Radiant in her early youth

as tiny screams of joy fill the air this morning

 

In the stillness, not far away

deer stop and watch nervously

as all begin to toboggan that day

and with snow flying they bound away

They understand nothing of this rapture

that the heart feels in dream

Those few hours in memories venture

moments spent, lasting forever it seems

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



GUANXI.....

Guanxi

During a day warm and sunny

Minutes pass like eternity

my subconscious much like a snow globe

Hangs loosely suspended in visions untold

The whispers of far away life unheard

touch my awareness of their silent words

Verbiage secretly written and never read

wasted petitions for phantom listeners in red

The Dragon does not see the flowers at its feet

It tramples the blooms of hope ever sweet

as justice sheds bloody tears in petition form

while waiting for judicial reform

The Dragons fiefdom I can clearly see

Is hampered by guanxi

the beasts fearsome fangs

offers elusive justice in xinfang

but the bridge is now hidden

covered by flowing water and forgotten

Petitioners are shattered into shards

within a system badly marred