make believes ‘n maple leaves

by doreen peri

Posted to Utterances on 2002-04-27 20:53:00

i’m swimming
in the words now
and i don’t know how long
i’ve been here,
smooth dreaming
in the exotic space
of groves,
anaesthetized
by how my soul
jackknifed into
my nature,
whole,

my goal
simply to arrive

blanketed by
the embrace of now
since that’s all there
really is, you know,
that’s all there really is,
and so

i watch the elms
make
make believes
and maple leaves
turn up
awaiting rain,
and i run barefoot
on the gravel
once again.

funny where the mind goes
in its travel
knowing yet
not knowing
where it’s been.

…..eradicate my fortune,
…..steal my guilt and loss,
…..overcast my doubts with dawn,
…..glaze my lips with gloss.
…..let me speak of make believes,
…..maple leaves to wish,
…..warm my soul without control,
…..in an off’ring dish.

i’m darting in between the trees,
a butterfly, wings snatched,
the catch
a putting down
inside an album stored,
a later date of fate, perhaps,
since time can’t be ignored.

…..the smell of pride
…..has lenses wide
…..in zoomed photography,
…..now framed and named
…..like light which plays
…..analysis of me

don’t lecture me.
there’s nothing new in nature.
squirrels still search
for acorns to adorn
their nests
and tests
of Time
bring Love still
to my breast.

there’s nothing new.
i’m still the rapture
of my blue,
this i attest.

…..up in the trees
…..there are make believes,
…..and maple leaves, my hopes.
…..so sticky in the truths i know
…..of dreams which slide on slopes.
…..i’m swimming in the wording now,
…..i’m floating on a wish
…..i study me
…..and all i see
…..upon a petri dish