I'll think on it
For a while at least;
A tingle in my brain
I surely will not feel
They say that tiny nodes,
Smaller than the root
Of a spaghetti piece of hair,
Will send a little spark,
Of something like electricity,
From one throbbing cell
To the others that greedily wait.
When the spark has been passed around,
Like a volleyball
Lingering on one side of the court,
I'll spike down my decision,
And maybe,
Earn a point.

A chair is not a table.
You annot very well
Place on it a dish,
A fork, knife nor cup.

A chair is not a pet.
It will not play fetch,
Shake a paw or bark
Nor, very well, wear a leash.

A chair is not a radio.
It will not sing songs,
Nor anywhere on its suface
Will you find a volume dial.

And if you took a chair,
And made it one of these
The looks you'd get form others
Would not be very nice.

Silver circle with moose and girl,
Mighty antlers and subtle crown,
Reflecting light from a rigid surface,
And smelling of sweet, cold metal.


Deepening Sea

The owl is screaming,
The trees are reaching,
But they will never get me.

The twigs sway
Conductors' batons
leading the chorus of wind.

The snow tumbled.
The sea deepened.
Frost encased it all.

I crushed all
Those bunnies' heads.
Of course,
They were only chocolate.

I suppose
You meant to sell
Those bunnies
And make some cash.

But the money
You would have made
Was not so sweet
As the crumbling
Of the chocolate.

From the mighty branch,
There sprouts a very tiny twig
Clutching a red leaf.

The sea is dark blue.
Deep, upset, old and vast -
Merrily fish dance.

Waka

Slow as the old sloth,
The rain clouds gather above.
Unseen, they argue.
Saddened, they cry drops of rain
That trickle through the forest.