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, rising sky
that stared into AM mourn
then quickened to noon
but soon after,
our search from above the tides
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...
is it me or is it you..?
A pattern repeated-
a question, answered.
Perhaps, that’s why every time
I'm with you, I always feel so blue-
Life teaches in mysterious ways...
with all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2016
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, rising sky
that stared into AM mourn
then quickened to noon
but soon after,
our search from above the tides
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...
is it me or is it you..?
A pattern repeated-
a question, answered.
Perhaps, that’s why every time
I'm with you, I always feel so blue-
Life teaches in mysterious ways...
with all its witty parables and awe-struck metaphors-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2016
