Dolores

you've got your chance at choices,
yet choose what may you be:

a swimming butterfly,
dazzling twinkled eyes.
little nymphet:
caught and dragged by a ragged net,
from the dirt of nearby shores-
to the smells from far off seas.
locked and pinned in a glass case.

OR

break shackles free,
be as a bamboo tree.
quick and powerful to
light and strong.
broken down in axe blows
at an adolescent peak.

OR

live to be one thousand.
know the grains
of earth's dirt and sand
and let young sprouts
grow with contempt
and envy.

OR

be the air;
and swallow and
let be swallowed
by everything.
give up the rush to
be blown around and
forget.

OR

be naked and transparent.
let the world undress and
rape an honest image.
all eyes focused on their
own tiny reflections.
pleasure may be.

but you'll never forget me;
the long haul,
the treasures of your past.

Posted Monday, 14 September 2009 at 04:46