Catness

A meandering mirage of hope
calling out you come alive
to savor the friendship yoke
allowing enough only to thrive.

Sunflowers

Hairy orbs of golden mimic
Dancing purposefully in the wind
Holding most persistent vigil
Over it that is will be.

The Flying Beetle

An iridescent tub with wings
Clocked with fractures of light that sing
A song so short that by the sole ring
One has become part of everything.

Littleness

Having drifted in the dry seas of all eternities,
Yet following the muffled echos of ancient holies,
Always stoking grand high notions
That I am big enough to be.

Living

To dance the whispers of fine time,
Distracted and wounded and helpless and sad,
Always a bright darling
Yet pushed on to experience
You know I'm alive.

A Thought

The question is to discuss either the profound or the mundane. The fear is that what one thinks is profound is really mundane. And that can be crippling.
The hope is that you can see the profound within the mundane. And that can be enlightening.

The First Post

I think I like it. Alot. Now I need to figure out what to say.