Right Brain

Loosed from my left brain

Floating in right train

Of pensive, roving thought.

Enter the innerworld

Prism-ed and beauty swirled,

Invited yet unsought.

Living in poetry

Immortal harmony

Unspoke, unheard, unsung,

Never recorded be

Lingering infinitely,

Ne’er ending, ne’er begun.

Climb into someone’s mind

Explore their eyes, unwind

The weaving of their world.

See life just as they see;

Feelings unknown to me,

Unfettered and unfurled.

Pour out a swig of sleep

So drowsy eyes will keep

Locked in freedom’s cage.

Unharried, drift about,

Never lost, wandering out

Of painting, picture, page.

Don’t try to capture it,

Left brain will mangle it

With intense perfection.

Kiss it, let freely roam,

Nevermore to drag it home,

In traitorous defection.

Embrace the present tense,

Immersed in every sense

Mingle, ebb, and swell

Deeper than thought can go

Impressions speak and flow

Sages’ secrets tell.

Moonnight

Dearest Wanderers, thank you for wandering far and wide - far enough and wide enough to wander back.

I have caught a poetry bug - or it has captured me. This one is from a couple moons ago.

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Moonnight

The moon is drifting, drifting,

O’er the world below,

The mist is lifting, lifting,

Born of glittering snow.

The dancing sprites of Northern Lights

Are bending, bowing low,

While mist is lifting, the moon is drifting

‘Cross the glittering snow.

The moon is drifting, drifting,

Through the ocean sky.

The stars are sifting, sifting,

Pearls floating by.

The hoary trees, my whispering skis

Like silver echoes fly,

While stars are sifting, the moon is drifting

Midst the pearly sky.

The moon is drifting, drifting,

Free from ancient care

The clouds are shifting, shifting,

Shadows in the air.

Elusive hue of midnight blue,

Enchanting unaware,

While clouds are shifting, the moon is drifting

Through the shadowy air.