Tag: Santa Barbara
Poem: Swirling Clouds
Live a long life,
the clouds say.
Count all your
blessings,
the winds whisper.
There’s a healer
among us
and we won’t
recognize his name
or the good that he does
unless we change
our perceptions.
And so it is written
in swirling clouds
that seem to form
valuable messages
that only an open mind
could decipher.
©️mft
The Poem
The poem
lures me
through
a narrow
uncertain path.
As I walk
the corridor,
my mind
unravels
like a lotus
blooming
at midnight.
A small
window
of opportunity
surprises me,
opening up
in fragrant
and colorful
petals,
only for a second
then it fades.
©️mft
Poem: Sleepytime
No dreams
No restless legs
No Jiminy Cricket chattering
in my ear to keep me awake.
Just a deep sleep
with a train of Zzzz’s
that seemed to serpentine
above me
into the celestial night.
A pleasant, restful slumber
as if a fairy godmother had tucked me in.
As if she read my favorite story
in her soothing, sleepytime voice.
Nighty-night, my little son,
the fairy with fluttering wings said,
as she waved her magic wand
that glittered over my somnolent head.
©️mft
Poem: Calm, Foggy Ocean
I like the calm, foggy ocean
where the anchored boats
seem to linger.
I enjoy an afternoon
of staying in bed,
gazing out the window
and feeling the earth rotate
around the sun.
I relish the time
when everyone is gone
and I get to spend alone time
at a downtown cafe.
I yearn for the day
when I have no work to do,
no chores or errands to run.
When I can just be.
I like the quiet
because I can hear
the sound of my inner voice
guiding me.
Crow Tuesday: Birds of Paradise
In the music of the day
Under the warm
California sunshine,
The rainbow birds,
Those orange-white-yellow
Tropicals
Seem to speak to me
Like lifelong
Friends.
©️mft
Crow Friday: Scribble
Up early
too early
can’t sleep
so I rise
with drowsy eyes
on the tip
of my toes
and scribble a poem
that’s mostly incomplete
on the notepad
of my dreams.
©️mark tulin
