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?
Rising sky stared into AM mourn
then quickened to noon
and soon,
after our search from 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,
It’s always blue.
Blue... Blue... Blue...
is it me or is it you..?
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?
Rising sky stared into AM mourn
then quickened to noon
and soon,
after our search from 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,
It’s always blue.
Blue... Blue... Blue...
is it me or is it you..?
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