Life Teaches in Mysterious Ways
Life teaches you in mysterious ways-
full of all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors.
Every time I see you, you show up in the same pair
of blue jeans and light blue tee shirt-
Blue... Blue... Blue...
is it me or is it you?
I wonder if even the belt is the same but
I never really look-
one because your shirt covers it but also,
I'm not really interested-
I'm wearing black and together, we're black and blue
two bruised souls walking by the ducks, sitting in
the silence inside the lake, watching it stream
by... and by... and by...
Life teaches you in mysterious ways-
full of all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors.
Every time I see you, you show up in the same pair
of blue jeans and light blue tee shirt-
Blue... Blue... Blue...
is it me or is it you?
The day was born into rising sky that stared into AM
then quickened to noon but soon after, it was our search
from above the tides where we skipped rocks across the lake,
"It's all in the wrist," you said,
scaling up and down edges of cliffs rocks crumbled dry earth,
a downward trajectory steep, crab-legging on hands and feet
belly-up facing the sun, scurrying across the views
Beautifully Empty-
I feel empty, standing next to your shadow in the light.
It's empty, beside you cast on the ground.
I - Feel - Empty
Standing in question on top of the world where the views are
Beautifully Empty...
Life teaches you in mysterious ways-
full of all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors.
Every time I see you, you show up wearing the same pair
of blue jeans and light blue tee shirt-
Every time I see you, each time it's always blue.
Blue... Blue... Blue...
maybe that's why every time I'm with you,
I always feel so very blue-
Life teaches in mysterious ways...
with all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
Life Teaches in Mysterious Ways, ©2016, Poems from Passion
Life teaches you in mysterious ways-
full of all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors.
Every time I see you, you show up in the same pair
of blue jeans and light blue tee shirt-
Blue... Blue... Blue...
is it me or is it you?
I wonder if even the belt is the same but
I never really look-
one because your shirt covers it but also,
I'm not really interested-
I'm wearing black and together, we're black and blue
two bruised souls walking by the ducks, sitting in
the silence inside the lake, watching it stream
by... and by... and by...
Life teaches you in mysterious ways-
full of all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors.
Every time I see you, you show up in the same pair
of blue jeans and light blue tee shirt-
Blue... Blue... Blue...
is it me or is it you?
The day was born into rising sky that stared into AM
then quickened to noon but soon after, it was our search
from above the tides where we skipped rocks across the lake,
"It's all in the wrist," you said,
scaling up and down edges of cliffs rocks crumbled dry earth,
a downward trajectory steep, crab-legging on hands and feet
belly-up facing the sun, scurrying across the views
Beautifully Empty-
I feel empty, standing next to your shadow in the light.
It's empty, beside you cast on the ground.
I - Feel - Empty
Standing in question on top of the world where the views are
Beautifully Empty...
Life teaches you in mysterious ways-
full of all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors.
Every time I see you, you show up wearing the same pair
of blue jeans and light blue tee shirt-
Every time I see you, each time it's always blue.
Blue... Blue... Blue...
maybe that's why every time I'm with you,
I always feel so very blue-
Life teaches in mysterious ways...
with all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
Life Teaches in Mysterious Ways, ©2016, Poems from Passion
