Among the many “here”s
within the many “there”s
a confusion quite precisely
drinking coffee stirred by nows
Within the trodden whiles
absorbing many styles
a delusion so pretentiously
through dirty-window-hows
But then unfathomable why
no shredded bits of get
a sunburst of entirety
a placid joyful yes
Like two white(fluffy) socks
outside the darkest day
an immeasurable perpetuity
Untold poetry’s best
Shrooms … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
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Love this photo!
Thank you, Roda! They were growing right in the backyard! 🙂
Bonus!!
Among the many types of wild mushrooms I find in my yard alone, there is subtle poetry interwoven in its quiet presence and existence that does tend to leave you curious about how it popped up out of nowhere to make such a grand entrance. 🙂
Yes, Kym! The upper mushrooms that you see are just the fruiting bodies. The real magic is underground where there are many networks that even allow communication between trees and other plants! 🙂
Man, you know your mushrooms and their ecosystems! I’m very impressed! 🙂
Enjoyed with my morning coffee!
Great, Jazz! Like was written to Kym above, what we see is just a small part of what goes on! 🙂
Great poem. This one I could understand…
Well, Francis, either you are getting better or i am getting better , or both! 🙂
I like your poem, but unlike fallcorn1936 I don’t understand it; but that’s fine. Always good to leave one thinking!
May, Scifi, it affected your unconscious and you will be transformed soon! Please give LM a hug! 🙂