Lots of times when I write a poem I have no idea what it "means". Lots of times I have no idea where the poem came from, what little cranny of my imagination it was hiding in, but I do get the feeling sometimes that I don't make the poem so much as find it. Here is something I "found".
SILLY POEM
1.
Good, green Spring...
A cool garden gladly ate
That silly girl.
She twirled like a funny
Red heart
Up a tree...
So her mom fed snow
To the moon.
2.
Round the blue, silent hand
Like the moon in winter,
A girl upon a cloud
Slowly turned and flew.
The good boy dreamed
His heart was a yellow castle,
Light as whispered music,
Dark as rain.
3.
Round, wet sky...
Girls cry upon
The clouded lake.
Slow daylight plays
Like winter butterflies.
Imagine you were a snow-child...
The little sister of a living star.
That's what its like.
- Tod Jones
This made me smile! We have a fresh fallen snow on the ground here, and Im sitting in my "treehouse" fancifully magic-ing new jewelry designs this weekend..a great poem to add to the muse's touch:-)
Thyme02:06 AM CST