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There Is None Other

09 November 2008 By Mimzy 0 In Poetry

The days flow softly from one to another
Like water drifting, calm, around a stone–
That’s the way we live; there is none other.

I’ve found myself a fragrant, tender flower
with petals tapered teardrops, white as bone.
Maybe I will never seek another.

At first, when this could only bother
me, my blossom told me, with a gentle tone,
“That’s the way we live. There is none other.”

The meadow me seem full enough to smother
all thoughts of keeping what I’ve found, alone,
but all is well. Why would I want another?

And though an errant cloud could always cover
us, I know that it will pass us on its own.
That’s the way we live; there is none other.

I’ve found myself a rare and special power,
And I won’t mind if, by some fate unknown,
I never do decide to find another–
That’s the way we live. There is none other.

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A Little Night Music

17 July 2008 By Mimzy 0 In Poetry

The night air flapping in the breeze,
The stars a quilt upon the sky
The jazz that flips and flows with ease
Your words, like careless sparrows, fly

You toss them lightly, one by one:
A glowing light, a shining sun
A ladybug, a butterfly
A symphony, a lullaby.

But I’m attentive and alert,
And much more kind than you deserve
Your glance alone is worth the hurt;
I’m here to listen and to serve.

Your music takes my breath away
And brings me close to you at last
But now night flees to welcome day;
My love is fading, fading fast.

The music sings on broken strings;
A trumpet’s voice cries to the skies
The final note is struck and rings,
And wavers gently as it dies.

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The Golden Child

23 June 2008 By Mimzy 0 In Poetry

I wrote this ages ago and then forgot about it. I was cleaning out my flash drive and found it…so here it is.

My mind tells itself to think of something
You might ever want to hear,
Yet fails to heed its own advice
And leaves me speechless, dumb and mute

My eyes must seem too searching
And my hands, too quick to reassure
Do my fingertips betray me?
Or does my quiet voice give me away?

You, in a crowd, the golden child
I see you there from miles away
Your eyes, your lips, your hands, your eyes again;
It’s true I have an eagle’s sight

You, in a crowd, the lonely child
So many strive to breathe for you
You’ve had so many ghosts and memories
Yet only I have ever known your truth.

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Wanderlust

23 March 2008 By Mimzy 0 In Poetry

A stillness settles in the town
The world is gray and drab and smooth
No chains are here to hold me down,
And yet today I cannot move.

But this must end and this must go
Withdraw I will and move I must
For clearly this is nothing but
A deathly case of wanderlust.

I walk alone amid a crowd
Of people I know nothing of
You fill your lives with happiness
But me, I search for broken love.

So have your cookie-cutter houses
Empty books and plastic rings
Someday maybe I’ll be brave
And judge my life by lifeless things.

You act so sure, but I cannot
I cannot bear to see, it seems,
The sad and pretty landscape of
Your shyly hopeful, shattered dreams.

I’d love to stay right here with you
But I must tell you, I cannot
For truth is, darling, I have caught
A deathly case of wanderlust.

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