Poetry: A Life in Nature
By Dean Sutton
Good words
One of these nights I will find a firefly and swallow it whole, maybe then you can see my soul. A true pure luminescent glow, anyone can come to this free show.
At this high point, during times of many, I open my eyes, and like a net, I cast them over the river. Along with all my worries. Righteous views in sets of twos.
Glorious emotions. Friends in the threshold sit around a bonfire. Spirits talk about thinking unknowingly, just some form of truth. Late, lazy poetic words crash on the paper like Folly waves.
Content and confused.
I don’t know. I don’t worry. Just take me to the place of good rains and sprouting seeds. Somewhere in this upcommin’ world, where people share the same energy. Sometimes the magnetic fields connect them – my method of choice.
Other times it’s up to the individual to go on a self-exploration journey.
I’ll take you into this path where plants grow and skies shatter. Raindrops left behind solely for a good cause. I’m trying to pass poetry and music off to my friends like it’s a joint. I dunno, I guess now I must discover something chronic, like this sun falling under a purple cloud.
Introduction to the Outside
A door opened with one wave of the arm. Walking into a land where you become king of the fiddler crabs playing their fiddles. Right next to those raccoons on the bank wearing coonskin hats, sittin’ on stumps, eating my lunch. Animals are Cannibals. Look at those dirty pigs playing football, and those cows sittin’ on hay stacks drinking chocolate milk, laughing and cheering with their glass bottles. Lets go to the chicken coop where mother hen comes up wearing an apron and holding a frying pan. She asks us how we want our eggs cooked.
If you want to read more poetry from the dingo diaries or other short stories, feel free to mail me at olgriz@gmail.com
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