Monday, September 28, 2009

Believe

The whole world is watching
your shadow
on a turning curve
of tingling change.
Leaves
of October,
wrapped in
crushed pumpkins
on the moon.
Explosions of light
shaking your head
down to the soul
Take a minute.
The whole world
is answering
your dreams
in a swirl.
Tall as
a tree,
small as,
a frog
the whole world
is watching
your shadow.
So what if it's
lamb chops,
or a salt shaker.
Believe in yourself.
Spin around
spreading
snorts and spits
like the good days.
If you believe,
that is
every day
life.
If you believe,
a quiet square
can be
a huge bowl
of ice cream
waiting an waiting
for your lips to swallow your
creamy body.
The music thuds
as you dance
on a pot
of gold.
Trust, Try, and Believe
it's all on what remains.

5 comments:

  1. Golden Line:
    shaking your head
    down to the soul

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  3. Wow! This poem is great, and the title goes with it really well too. Once I read the title, I knew it was going to be a great poem, and I was right.

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