Free At Last

Fearlessly I run amok in the whole mansion
Chatter of my tiny feet gets new owners’ attention
Many peaked ears hug walls and water pipes
Trying to nail the source of my sound bytes

Our duel of wits had lasted a long time
Until they accepted defeat giving me respite
No longer wary, I breathed happily, to enjoy
Free run of kitchen, bite here there to annoy

Hating my guts, a professional they’d employed
To capture me, heal their bleeding hemorrhoids
But I come from a stock both spunky and wily, in me
Catcher met his match, unusual protagonist, slippery

Grandma said at time of my birth stars had conspired
Hence I was always in trouble, all reform plans misfired
The professional set many a mousetrap for my capture
My uncanny skill kept me one jump ahead in utter rapture

Our cat and mouse play went on for many months
Until, end of his tether Professional gave up on seventh
To celebrate victory we had a gala party on the eighth
Ceasefire gave us all time to catch our breaths

Then alas, one day the building next door collapsed
Taking down a wall of our mansion that was attached
Life ebbed out of all of us as we scurried here and there
Disgusted, our master sold house dirt cheap in despair  
 
~~
I should be the last person to say anything against temptation,
 naturally, but we have a proverb down here ‘in baiting a
 mouse-trap with cheese, always leave room for the mouse’.
- Hector Hugh Munro

Mouse is Not A Thief, It is the hole that Allows Mouse In!

-Herman Jacobs

picture from internet

The Ancinet Cave

Deeply embedded in snow
Electric eye mesmerizing
In waves azure, mystical

Primordial sounds emanating
Tingling aura, hymns, bells
Pealing, appealing

Tugging at the heart
Stirring buried links
Soul beckoning

Déjà vu astonishment
Familiar and yet not so
Weather beaten pathways

The ancient cave
Ancestral haven
Magnetic

Waves rippling
Dreaming with eyes
Inwards opening

What is dream?
What is real?
Substance

~~

The Monk

To free my mind
I sit to unwind

Detached from tree
A mere leaf I be

Can hold them nor me
Time and tide I ever be

Stilling mind I sit still
Lotus pose daily drill

Mind’s activity to abate
Ever wiping its slate

Detached thoughtless
Purposeless- nirvana

To free mind
I sit to unwind

A monk I be!!

Note: last year during our Alaska cruise- in the glaciers we saw a huge opening and it was a glowing blue in color- it sent tingles down my spine even though I joked that Superman is going to fly out of it! I was trying to capture the feel.

Lover’s Tryst

Every full moon night she wails

For her lover

~~ 

Lovers Tryst 

Drenched in love

Soaking moonlight

Technicolor dreams

Lined silvery bright

 Hotfooting in thick mist

She had kept her tryst

Cupid had shot her a grievous blow

Had felled her by an alien elbow

 The elbow had belonged to an Adonis

Crestfallen he’d cried mercy, blown a kiss

Tears streaming she’d suddenly smiled

Falling headlong in love sans any guile

They kept their trysts where they’d first met

On full moon day by lake and branch lunette

They made plans and wove golden dreams

Eyes ecstatic despite inimical bloodstreams

Six moonlight trysts later this was their seventh

Families sworn enemies and their love at zenith

 Fearful fluttering heart desperate searching eyes

She waited for lover with prayer on quivering lips

Midway to rendezvous brother and lover clashed

Steel to steel rang out that fateful perfidious night

They slashed one another, life ebbing out of both

She languished on tree trunk waiting for betrothed

Thus she awaits her lover every full moon night

A piteous wail rising out of waters silvery bright

Unrequited love never allowed her soul to depart

Eternally waiting for lover, fate had pulled apart

They say souls of these ill fated lovers do meet

Every full moon by shimmering lake and mesquite     

 ~~

Mesquite: hard wood (tree)

Lunette: crescent

 Picture is frfom internet-disclaimer

Lover's Tryst

Every full moon night she wails

For her lover

~~ 

Lovers Tryst 

Drenched in love

Soaking moonlight

Technicolor dreams

Lined silvery bright

 Hotfooting in thick mist

She had kept her tryst

Cupid had shot her a grievous blow

Had felled her by an alien elbow

 The elbow had belonged to an Adonis

Crestfallen he’d cried mercy, blown a kiss

Tears streaming she’d suddenly smiled

Falling headlong in love sans any guile

They kept their trysts where they’d first met

On full moon day by lake and branch lunette

They made plans and wove golden dreams

Eyes ecstatic despite inimical bloodstreams

Six moonlight trysts later this was their seventh

Families sworn enemies and their love at zenith

 Fearful fluttering heart desperate searching eyes

She waited for lover with prayer on quivering lips

Midway to rendezvous brother and lover clashed

Steel to steel rang out that fateful perfidious night

They slashed one another, life ebbing out of both

She languished on tree trunk waiting for betrothed

Thus she awaits her lover every full moon night

A piteous wail rising out of waters silvery bright

Unrequited love never allowed her soul to depart

Eternally waiting for lover, fate had pulled apart

They say souls of these ill fated lovers do meet

Every full moon by shimmering lake and mesquite     

 ~~

Mesquite: hard wood (tree)

Lunette: crescent

 Picture is frfom internet-disclaimer

The Messenger

The Messenger

Chastened wiser
Word miser
Adviser

Womb curled
Tomb unfurled
Combing ties gold

Sun baked sense
Gentle suggestion
Life lessons extend

Tightly curled spring
Ready for upward spring
Backwards forwards spin

Edge of ledge cliff
Fresh oxygen whiff
Messaging in wind

Carriers’ eternal true
Bearers of tidings
Ancient new

At limitless beach
Finger in water reached
Lessons to teach

A poke in the clouds
Message etched loud
Lightening thunder snort

Journey done, on to new
Orbiting and spiraling
Within without

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