LIFE

(Inspired by the BBC series)

Coy as a chameleon
changing hues and blues
She smells the winter air
and lets dead flowers blossom in her shoes
the heels stuck to her heart
the tip on her bosom
As she walks proud as a comodo
ready to pounce the wild buffalo.

There are no buffalo soldiers,
no singing choruses,
just hanging rhythm of leftover music
rattling in empty tin houses
and echoing on barren land.
Comodo and the dodo,
one gone, the other from the jurassic,
scales and fins,
flying fish in the ocean.

Thoughts pass out and in,
a bin inside,
messy trash
of thoughts bought and discarded.

Stars are out twinkling,
I hear a little song- the same old rhyme,
Twinkle Twinkle Little star
we all know the rhyme too well
why is it that I still wonder
why you are a diamond
in the sky.

The midnight muse
you are here again
give me your hand and
hold this pen
write me a song
and sing me a poem
tell me a tale
of gale and sail
you my sailor my captain command
get on the ship and whip the waves
lets go look for killer sharks!